"Well what do we have here? I think we bagged us something real special." Said one of the voices, there was a nasty laugh behind his words."I don't kn...w but I would sure like to find out," said another man in a whinny voice. "Is she alive do you think? I've heard of some falling into these traps and breaking their necks." She's alive, see she's breathing." In a louder voice, "Hey! Wake up. Hey!!"I didn't want to move but I did. And groaned as I used my good arm and tried to sit myself up right.. My dick ached and throbbed, pussy juices dribbling down my thighs.“So you were speeding home, doing twenty over the speed limit through a residential neighborhood. Pedestrians are walking down this street.”“Was I going that fast?” She gave me a fake smile. “I am real sorry. It’s just these shifts, you know.”“Yeah, I know,” I growled, my voice growing in volume. “So that gives you the right to speed? Because you’re a doctor? That gives you the right to be a uncaring bitch?”She blinked. “Excuse. Then instantly Iwould feel humiliated and ashamed. Coming often immediately broke the eroticaura hanging over me. I would quickly pull on my clothes, march out of thewoods to the farmhouse, go to my room, a vast cold room in the attic that oncewas used for storing fruits and vegetables, and pick up a copy of Jane Austinor Edith Wharton so I could read about repressed lives and vivid imaginationsother than my own. Right after the Labor Day weekend I was invited by Jack and Sue, a marriedcouple. He was pushing it harder and with every push all the pleasure i had was converting to pain and then with a very hard thump he pushed the whole thing into my pussy . I jumped but could not escape him. It was burning out in my pussy , there was no pleasure or ecstasy but pain, Only pain. I just wanted to get up. I was feeling very warm in my pussy and thigh. I could see blood just flowing out but srinu just seemed not to be caring. He was just thumping me. Just pushing his cock into me and taking.