" Mom, I did a lot of growing up in a very short period of time. One of the things that being Rolf's whore taught me..." You're not a whore Kim." I wa.... I was his whore. I was weak and he and the others preyed on me. Like they did you those years ago. I hated myself for being weak, allowing them to use me." But honey, nobody could have..." Maybe not, but it still doesn't change the way I felt about myself. Then I saw how Marianne stood up to them, even when Rolf raped her... how brave she was. His cock was abusing my asshole and I was loving every minute of it! He let go of my right hip and slipped his hand down to mine, that was rubbing my clit. He helped me rub my pussy for a bit then continued to my dripping wet cunt. He pushed his finger inside my fuck hole, then two.He was relentless with my asshole. His cock slamming hard into me and with each thrust piss would splash out onto my back and his stomach. I think he was a bit amused with this because when I would look into the. So much smoke billowed from it, he couldn't see his flesh from wrist to shoulder. The smoke stung at his eyes as he rushed at the woman. Damien drank in the pain.His cock thrust hard before him.Donna racked her shotgun, the red shell ejected smoking. It spun through the air as the next shell slammed into the breech. It was sawed-off. One of Damien's he had left with Father Augustine.The priest strode into the loft, a dark shadow surrounded by the too bright sunlight."You have fallen, Damien,". He caught her eye and walked towards her. Her heart started to beat quickly as he walked towards her. She couldn't help herself.Mary smiled as he ordered a beer and asked what she was having. Mary told him she is having a white wine. The bartender gave them the drinks. He turned to her. "My name is Eric." Thank you, Eric." You are welcome." Eric indicted a clear table near the bar."I'm sorry but I am with a friend." I don't think so. Look." He pointed to Melissa kissing a blonde guy really.