The houses were just as old as those in my own neighbourhood, but shabbier and sort of forlorn; they still retained a little of their historic eleganc... beneath the peeling paint though, and everywhere was the thick, salty smell of the sea.I'd been told Adam lived on the first floor and 'around back', which I took to mean the rear of the house. The walkway was dirt and gravel and I stumbled a little in the dark, trying to get my bearings. The veranda of the house at the given address was crooked. I tried to pull away, but was tied down too well. All I managed to do was pull hard on the nipple clamps, and ended up screaming a little into my gag. Rodger chose that moment to push forwards into me, knocking off the clamps from my clit and hood. I arced up further, nearly pulling off my nipple clamps, and bit down on my gag so hard I would have sworn I'd bitten through it! The feeling of Rodger's cock as it slid in was electric, and I almost came right there, admist the shame and the pain,. She climbed in the shower and started to wash herself. As she did she looked at ever inch of her body. It was like she was discovering something she'd never known was there before. After she had finished washing Sara stood and let the hot water cascade over her body. She let her fingers trace over her nipples, then under her breasts. She never thought touching herself here could actually feel good. Before she had always cursed them. They were in the way. They forced her to wear a bra which she. On the other hand he felt the first stirrings of his cock as he saw the intense fear, the dread flashing there. He had to admit she had an inner strength, certainly more than many of the sluts that had passed through his doors. Faceless, nameless bodies he had used, abused and discarded. She would not be one of that multitude. She had staked out her own piece of ground in his world and no matter what the end of the story proved to be, she would be remembered. She didn't falter, she kept her.