She could now see the bruises around her face: the handprint, the lines at the bottom of her cheeks from the scarf, the rings around her wrists, and a...few bruises near her hips. The sight of her bruised body made tears trickle down her already tear-stained cheeks as she entered the shower. When she got out, she would have to put make-up on her wrists and face to hide the bruises. Or at least attempt to. While she carefully washed her tender body, her father got up to head up the stairs. Blood. "I'm not in charge here, baby," she said. Maybe with her on top and controlling the motion--discomfort turning to pleasure would be very sexy on Diana's face."They're here," Morgan announced unnecessarily. The SUV slamming to a stop in our driveway was not something the driver intended us to miss. Diana adjusted her bottoms and went back to her book. I put my hands over my head and grabbed the top of the lounge chair."They're not going to do anything about you!" April slammed her suitcase down.. I can feel his strong hard on through his jeans as he whispers all the things he's going to do to my 18 year old pussy back at his place.I make my excuses to my friends as he slips through the door, me in toe. To his car where i pull his thick cock out of his flys. I take him in my mouth, stroking his throbbing head with the tip of my tongue, as he moans with pleasure, i take his balls in my hand, rolling them in my fingers in time to sucking his hard shaft.We arrive at his house, as the car. “Hello, Mary.” It was Gerald on the phone. “Hey, Gerald, how are you?” “I’m doing great, with you and Janna making me money, how can I feel bad?” “Gerald, you need to call Jerry Bissel, he wants me to be a permanent model for him. I met his partner yesterday and we talked about it, but we need a contract.” “Great, Mary, was that Rollie Smythe?” “Yea, sure was. We hit it off well. I’ve got a meeting with him tomorrow to talk things over.” “I bet you do. I wondered when Jerry would introduce you.