" Good-bye," she stumbled.His mom hung up.Jen laid back on the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and the tears began to fall. Why was his mom being like...this? Why did she hate her? I betcha she knows we've slept together, she thought. Fuck! Now she hates me, she thought, crying into her pillow. She's not going to let Ryan see me anymore. She panicked at the idea.Still crying, she got into the shower. He might still come over, she reasoned. She had to talk to him. What would he do? Would his mom. " ooooh...ooooh...aaaah...aaaah...OMG...John... No more...Please...Please." " Yes more baby." I said " I'm fucking you up your ass!" No way" She said. I pulled her off the dryer, commanding that she get on her hands and knees on the floor. I spread her legs wide sliding between them, I started to push my cock hard aganist her asshole. I thrust my hips forward, forcing the head of my cock past the tight grip of her asshole and driving inside her. I continue to pull her asshole onto my thick. She grasped at her St. Christopher, gripping it in her hand and in her mind, she started to pray for the strength to get up, to run ... and in all the fear, she wondered had her mother called? Would she ever talk... Suddenly, her vision snapped into focus and she sawhim standing over her, staring down without remorse. "WHO ARE YOU!?" she screamed. Fleck stared down at her, silent. "Please..." she said as tears started torun down her pretty face, leaving a path. "Although I still don't like the idea of using her until there's nothing left. Neither for the sake of your studies nor as a substitute executioner." I know, it's the thing you've always avoided. I told you before, I'm not keen on it either. But I have my orders. She's all you're getting until she's burned out. And don't go to any trouble trying to prolong it. My superiors like to see results sooner rather than later. As morbid as that happens to be in this case," said Claire.They didn't have.