She screamed in pain as he began brutally fucking her. He told her sluts in this house did as they were told and that he would be visiting her a lot t... keep her in check. Tears ran down her face.Julia was sobbing. She thought her first time would be with be a boy she loved not being raped by an older stepbrother. She hated what was happening, but her body did respond, and she orgasmed just as Jim did.He sneered at her and said “I knew you were a slut. Fucking tight though, you are a good fuck.. Working that overtime really does pay." I said happily as we drove over to her place.A couple of minutes later, we had arrived from at Cianna's house, a two-story split level. Once we got inside, we sat ourselves down on the sage-colored living room sofa and took off our shoes."So how's Talan?" I asked her.Talan's a construction worker who happens to be Cianna's boyfriend. He's tall with dark brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a very built body on him, got muscles on top of muscles."Talan's. .. the one who came in here tonight. What's her name?" Ellen," Saul said softly. "Sister Ellen Sawyer." Sister?" Angela smiled at that. "She's a nun?" Yes," he nodded."Where is she now?" I asked gently, reasonably."Seventh floor, with the FBI people," Saul told us."Do you want to fuck me, Saul?" I leaned close, staring into his big brown eyes. "Do you want to love me?" Yeah," he breathed."I'll let you do it." I caressed his cheek and he turned his head to follow my fingers like a. Tears welled up in his eyes as despair crawled in from every corner. Hesteeled himself the best he could and got closer to the mirror, inchingup on the sink, repositioning the hand mirror for a better look. Heneeded to really see it, up close, because it felt like it redefined himsomehow. It was more than a simple tattoo. It made him feel...different.He locked his eyes on it, fixedly staring until his vision started toget peculiar from the strain. It was like he was trying to erase thewords off.