Clare had followed him in her car when the bank closed early on Christmas Eve to Monroe’s. She waited outside for two hours, then saw Amos help his ...oung secretary and her cute daughter into her car with a guiding hand gently holding the young woman’s upper arm. They then drove in convey together to a rather Spartan-looking block of flats and all three went in holding hands with Amos in the middle. Clare had dallied with a handsome younger man and by doing so had lost her husband to a beautiful. The pounding monster doesnt stop and im a mess..i twist and turn hoping to get out of its way, but its latches are locked around my thighs spreading them. I try to untie my hands but the twisting and turning had gotten them tighter. I look over hoping my phone is not charged but the damn thing is at 87%. I start feeling pain now as it pounds me. I shriek and scream for help. I hear nothing. No can hear a girl being pounded hard by a fucking an**al machine withering cumming again and again. And. I had just finished, feeling slightly dazed, the weakness coming overme again, when I heard her bell ringing in the dining room. I got upfrom my chair and tottered through to her, I couldn't stop myselftrembling, my head feeling odd as I went."There you are girl, get my newspaper, then you can clear these thingsand after you've washed up you can brush and mop the kitchen floor."She could see I looked confused. "It should be in the box outside thefront door, where the paper boy puts it, now. She moved us from Scotland to America when I was very young. As a matter of fact, I have a hard time to this day, remembering anything of Scotland.My mother is very good with accents. She must have corrected mine, early, as well as hers. By the time I was going to school, I had no trace of an accent. Hers disappeared, too. I just thought this was something that was normal. Well, they are a child's memories ... what can you say?Several times during my childhood, something happened that would.