She told me about her village and how her father who cared a lot for her, had to stop her education and send her to work to support their family. Her ...revious job, she was not treated well and her father had to bring her home as she had ‘attained age’ and he was scared she would be violated. She helped her dad with his tuck-shop in their village and when my watchman went back and told them that we were looking for domestic help, her father who was initially reluctant, decided to send her with. Normally I did not like to be insulted by the man I was having sex with but this man for some strange reasons was making me feel horny myself. I tried to imagine a lonely farm shade where no other person is to be seen for miles and miles and this brute is fucking me to his heart’s content may be hitting me and abusing me a bit while his rock hard dick is entering and ripping apart all the orifices I was born with. May be he could make me scream and I will really accept that I am his bitch. If. Being a ladies' man that must have made herhappy....no, it didn't. Her dad said that a man who wasn't popularwith the women wasn't really a man. Half the time she had to forceherself to do it, if she could get it up at all. There was hardly anyattraction at allNone of the shit when she was Ryan made her happy, none of it. Nothingabout her former life made her the least bit happy. Not that her lifeas Kelly was any better but why would she want to go back to life asRyan?"Okay pencils down" said. He was very much relieved.Sam, the bus driver, had our guests in a group explaining what Swensen’s Beach was all about. He was relieved when he saw Fran and me. He noticed Rick but said nothing. I put Rick and Fran in first. Then checked off our guests as they entered.I sat in front. When the bus started I put on the microphone and stood.“Testing 1, 2, 3. Is this thing on? Can everybody hear me? Good. Thank you. Okay, just to be sure – this is the bus for Swensen’s Beach. In case you didn’t get.