That door hit her hard so she will have a bruise tomorrow. No point in her having a big goose egg too. You women work wonders with makeup, but I don�...t think any makeup hides something like that, special effects and movie makeup aside.”One of the girls had some of the instant ice packs in the back of her van. She was working one around in her hands to get it cold.I guided the woman around to the driver’s side sliding door, which was facing the woods behind the rest area building, to put her into. Frankput his hand on my ass cheeks and kneaded them, slapping both of them. His finger found my holeand slowly massaged it, making little circles around it. He tried to get it in but found some resistance.Hmmmm, he said, a virgin, are you? I just nodded my head and moaned.He reached down and one moment later I felt something cold and moist on my hole, and his fingerinserted me rather easily. I let out a deep sigh as Frank started to finger-fuck my virgin asshole.After a while he added another. Mountains climbed on both sides of the valley increasing in grandeur as 'Oz' trudged on. Is was still some 50 kms to the pass at Puerto de Tosas and 'Oz' was becoming exhausted. He realised he needed a ride but there was simply none to be had. The Nationalists had horses, but it was beyond him to steal one. Mules and donkeys were the standard transport in this part of Spain but those available had been long requisitioned by the military. It was said Falangist soldiers shot any donkey they. Placed in the darkened room by myself, I found myselflonging for any kind of contact. Only one of my captors spoke to me every timeshe entered the room. At first, she addressed me as Mrs. Cannon, and she'd talk about my husband,and the bad things he was doing to some group or other as a United States Senator.That's right, he's Senator Jack Cannon. You already know what state he represents,everyone does. And, of course, that makes me Sharon Cannon, the Senator's trophywife. We'd been married.