That wouldn't keep her calm. "Just relax, Lexie. Keep your eyes on your monitors. You are feeling so relaxed right now, aren't you? You're only going ...o feel better. Relax." I gently whispered in her ear. Her hair smelled good.She started to lie back in her chair, mouth hanging slightly agape, staring at the spirals, listening to the gentle buzz, listening to my gentle words. Soon she spoke again, "I don't like this Jack, please turn it off... please..." She asked, emotion slipping away with. She was still too shocked by the slap to fight back. Without waiting he rammed himself inside her. The force of it actually hurting her. Which each thrust he chanted "dirty slag" "dirty slut", each one a condemnation of who she was. His thumbs were digging into the backs of her thighs cutting off circulation. Amy couldn't help but cry, her makeup running down her face. "This is how we treat fat sluts!" He shouted as he covered her pussy with his cum. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?". "Well, you won't succeed, you horrible man. I made sure of that."She put her hands on her hips and, stuck her chin out. Because Curtis was in another room, exploring, she used her normal voice to deliver her coup."I'm not wearing any!" Curses!" he growled. "Foiled again!" He twirled imaginary moustache tips."I'm hungry," proclaimed Curtis, appearing from one of the bedrooms."That's because it's lunchtime," said Riley.There was discussion about where to eat. Bob offered to take them to the hotel. UUuuuhhhhnnnnn.. She moaned as the panties were well hidden inside her and I withdrew my fingers. I licked them dry as I shifted into drive and pulled the pickup forward, one car length. Were gettin closer, and you still aint come yet I said. Does it have to be the carrot? she asked in a little girl voice. Dont matter, you need to get goin I said. With that she turned around bent over the seat and started going through the bags of groceries. What are you looking for ? I asked. Dunno, I just.