The room was sparse of any decoration, the chairs were simple, as were the bookshelves. There were no rugs or draperies of any kind on the windows, gi...ing a feeling of function rather than extravagance. One of the many shelves held books, while the rest were covered in jars and containers of various sizes and shapes. We both took a seat in two chairs that were opposite his and waited for him to speak.“I take it that one of the tasks you told me about is the reason you are here?” he asked. She circled behind the building and spotted his black Kenworth at the back of the lot. Her pussy was wet from flashing the country boy in the pickup. Her loins were yearning for a cock. She unbuttoned another button at the top of her sundress, almost below her full, firm 34-C breasts. Loosening one more at the bottom, she smiled to herself, “that should do it!”Sara tapped on the bottom of the door as she swung it open and climbed into the cab. She crawled over the seat and kissed Cliff hard. He. She had to tell him to remove his finger as she became suddenly too sensitive and pain threatened to replace the soothing joy. He complied and she looked up to see his anxious face peering into hers."Are you okay?" he asked.His lips were right there ... so she kissed them.Drying off seemed awfully quiet until Dub spoke."I guess that kind of thing ... what we done together ... that's prob'ly what mamma wants me to stay shy of with my sisters, huh."Angela looked at him and when her eyes seemed. My Mother struck me over and over while she screamed invectives, curses, and called me names I did not completely understand. Somewhere, someone was screaming, loud blood curdling screams; the cry of a wounded animal. Meanwhile the belt kept hitting me between my legs, on my legs, and on my back.Finally I realized that it was me screaming in pain. This was not good, if I was screaming Mother would keep hitting me until I stopped. I had to stop the screaming somehow. Curled in a ball, holding my.