Blessed is a better one. By the end of that summer I thought I knew true pain. The loss of Sasha. The loss of my child. The loss of my path. These los...es brought me pain the likes of which I had never known existed, let alone felt. All that pain provided me with a new respect for fear. As with everyone, I had felt fear in the past. But this new fear, brought on by actual loss, actual pain… this was fear on steroids. I let it consume me for a time. I almost let it take me. My fear of death. I could then clearly see he was embarrassed and then i was being nice and decided to pretend i hadn't noticed so i took the chance and pushed him off me, and grabbed his shoulders and threw him down. i saw him glance up my shorts, but he didn't notice that i had noticed, so he grabbed my legs and started pushing me back and fourth. he jerked in between the back of my knees making me fall over, on him. i layed there, pretending to struggle hard, i was laughing again and he stopped, i knew he was. He said that Pete would just love to give me a good fucking. He said it has been a while and I must be aching to have my pussy fucked by a good hard cock. I told them off and turned and left to go to my bedroom. The next thing I know Ron grabbed me and spun me around and ripped my blouse right off me.” She paused to catch her breathe, and pointed to the water cup for another drink.She took a long drink and paused to collect her thoughts. I sat there and did not say anything, just waited. He then heard two voices. Zane and Bryce had arrived. Very suddenly, the realization hit Derek that he was dressed as a very sexy, whorish young woman and was about to be seen by a complete stranger, Bryce. Yet again, Derek became dizzy with anticipation and sexual excitement. He was quickly steadied by the forceful and dominant voice of Zane, who ordered his slave into the living room. Derek knew in his heart that he had no choice but to comply whole-heartedly and immediately with every whim.