‘Put Stan back on then, and I’ll tell him!’ Not long afterwards, Stan was driving Denise to a pub that he’d heard of but never visited. ‘Ha...e you been to this place before, Denise?’ ‘Yes, I’ve been a couple of times, though not for a year or so. It was good then. Typical country pub, but not the usual type of mementos hanging on the wall.’ The ‘Moon and Stars’ was a small place, really just a traditional English country pub, but it looked cheery once you were inside and saw the brightly. I make it just as the bus pulls up, but I'm covered in sweat. I step on the bus and head to the first open seat I can find, being met with some stifled laughs on the way.I look across from me to see one of my biggest bullies, and also the varsity quarterback, Hunter Johnston. He is laughing uncontrollably, and once he manages to hold back his laughter enough to speak, he says, "Starting gym class a little early Carter?"Everyone who heard it, mostly Hunter's friends, bursts out laughing. Anger. It seemed sensible to head through Dallas and Houston on our way to Galveston. There should be enough traffic to insure that the roads were in good condition.Dallas was not just like any other small Western town. It was like any other large Western town. The streets were dusty, the store fronts were dirty, the place smelled bad, but there was a difference from small towns: there was a saloon and a brothel in every block. Sometimes on the same side of the street, and sometimes on opposite sides. He began thrusting harder and harder, pushing my head down on his dick. He pushed my head down hard and I started to gag and tears flowed down my cheek. He groaned and released my head. I was disappointed that he didnt cum. I was then pulled to my feet and led to the bedroom. I was pushed against the wall and one set of hands was on my breasts. Pulling and pinching my nipples. When he twisted them I yelped in pain and heard a deep growling voice tell me to shut up bitch. I got even wetter than.