She moved quickly across the bed, Ashleigh’s eyes regaining the fear at her sudden movement. Within seconds she had her hand tangled in the girl’s...hair, the strands wrapped tightly around her fist, and she pulled, hard, dragging the girl off of the bed and onto the floor. She stood, looking down at Ashleigh’s curled up form, hands clutching at her head, and she spat, “I will not tolerate this behaviour!” The girl was rocking slightly, whimpering in pain.Molly sat down on the bed. “Get up.”. "Beall climbed up inside the fragrant shed where Tim McNish was sawing lengths of milled pine. He stopped and smiled at Beall, "Now what?" he said."Just two questions, Tim. Did you know a fair haired whore down in Georgetown called the Swede, or Joan something?" Haw, that's a good one, me and the big Swede. She wouldn't comb my hair for what I could afford much less..." Tim McNish looked over at his father who had stopped hammering and was listening. "Yes sir, I knew her on sight. And some. When being ass-sucked, I would generally reach that happy place for a while, but after a few minutes, the pain would come back, mixed with the pleasure, and -- if it took the guy too long, replacing the pleasure, so I would be crying and moaning in pain, begging him to finish up so that the pain would end. With Dave though, the feeling would change after he'd been fucking me for a while, and I would get something like a "second wind" of the ecstatic feeling, and when he finished, I would crave. My mouth was barely big enough for the thickness of his cock, but he forced it in me. I sat there while he fucked me face, I couldn't breathe while his cock was in me, and my eyes started to water. He thrust his black cock harder and faster, deeper inside my throat, fucking my face as hard as he could, making me choke on it. He slowly slid it out and I started to gag and cough."What's the matter white boy, too big for you?" he asked."No James." Call me Sir!" he demanded."Yes Sir, I'm sorry." I.