It was no freak of nature that Francesca had withstood her recent beating so well, since her stern father had always been very free and easy when it c...me to chastising his rebellious daughter. It had been like being back at home as Angela's whip had hissed through the air on its journey to her back. Well - her father hadn't broken her and nor would this repulsive Angela whom she loathed more deeply every day. There must be something better in the world than a stark choice between her past and. ‘Please, Hannah…I need to talk to you.’ He gives her hand a small tug, smiling as she follows him into the barn. He glances over his shoulder at the boys. ‘Chance, Lucky…keep an eye on your brother and sister. We’ll be right back.’ Luke pulls open the barn door and steps aside, his hand on her lower back as he urges her in ahead of him. He can feel her trembling beneath his hand and wonders briefly exactly what it is about him that scares her so much. Hannah stops just inside the barn, looking. He tried two fingers but i was still so tight. My heart was racing.I asked if he wanted a 'cigarette' outside. He said yes. Neither of us smoked.We went outside and he took me round the side of the pub. Away from the car park. Away from the lights. We was in a doorway, away from everything. Our kissing became erratic, our hands all over each other. He couldn't keep his hand of my ass.I was stroking his cock through his jeans. Thick. Solid. He opened his jeans and out flipped his penis. Rock. Or well I don't really care! There's a lot more to come than that for you today girlie." Before Mr.Farnley could finish his sentence his grandson had stepped up closed, taken Bailey by the hair and thrown her onto a nearby bench face first. She was now staring down at the floor tiles with her hips in the air as she felt the cold sensation of metal and snipping sound between her legs. Not a moment sooner and she felt her panties falling to the floor below. Whimpering ever so quietly, out of.