And she knew that for theman under her, each moment brought a newly experienced taste of defeat. Sandra could not take her eyes from them. She looked ...p at Mandy's fleshyface, at the North European paleness of her yellow hair and blue eyes, andthen back down at the sheer fullness of the woman's thighs and bottom. It occurredto Sandra that Mandy was sitting on his mind just as heavily as on hisbody. Under that amount of pressure he would not really be able to drift intodaydream or memory, or to. In my mind, there I was repeating them I don’t know how many times over. Then there’s the question you ask yourself. What girl ever goes around telling a guy, no matter who he is, that her nipples leak milk, and they do that all the time? It didn’t matter any longer. We were both still smiling and from ear to ear. And there she was, still on her bed, and covered up to her neck by that one lone bed sheet. None of that mattered for I’d seen her figure and that was what counted. I was allowed to. Despite the Church, copies of the Glassnerian Bible still floated about. And I couldn't resist reading the copy I found when sorting through my grandfather's house. Who knew the old coot was a heretic? The account of the Tyrants was so different from the Histories; not brutal dictators who enslaved mankind, but loving Gods that valiantly fought against the Demons and tried to create a Utopia before being murdered by Saint Chasity.I shivered as I waited. It was spring, but the nights were still. She looked embarrassed as she said she'd hoped I wouldn't find out. He was the gang leader and started coming by and forced her to go to the yard building where she'd been gang-banged. He said he liked her white whore pussy and made her suck and fuck him. He'd slap her and pinch her nipples and even bite her pussy lips. His talk was mean and cruel. He didn't care if she got off or not.When she resisted, he said his gang would hurt me unless she did what he wanted. So she went along but was.