"If I hadn't had to keep close attention to the logging road I might have stopped it before it got that far, but those were the circumstances, Sarge."...Damn! Wish I had been there," the Sergeant quipped."C'mon Sarge, have some decency," she squinted at the man's obvious curiosity."Uh!? Oh, sorry," he said apologetically. "Guess it got the better of me. Okay then, if you're sure. Sign off and we'll process it."Cecile leaned forward and signed off on her report, making it official. The Sergeant. When I didn't talk to you, I felt like crap. You're special, you really are. And this is no sweet talk; it's genuine and from my heart. I assumed you had a traumatic experience with Eric, because my sister did too. So that's why I didn't want to jump into one, cause I wasn't sure you were ready." Really? You mean all that?" Yes! That phone conversation was completely messed. It went all downhill, and I never intended for it to turn out that way. I truly care about you Lana. I want you to know. Nancy pulled me to the center of the room and kissed me. She was about a foot shorter than me and had to stand on her toes to reach me and I reached down to cup her ass cheeks and lift her a bit. We kissed for a long time, our tongues darting and she nipped at my lips. She could feel me getting hard between us and moaned. Someone shoved a hard foam yoga block to her and she stepped up on it. The additional four inches in height meant I didn’t need to support her anymore and I slid my left hand. I put the ruler down, I could hear her muffled whimpers and see the tears running down her cheeks from the pain. At that point I knew the perfect thing to spend my father’s inheritance on, I would become… A mistress. I picked up the pen and rolled it between my fingers it was too thick to waste on her cunt, I spread her bruised and batter ass cheeks, she flinched from my touch her ass sore from the beating. I rolled the tip of the pen on her tight little ass hole, she squirmed begging for.