” His big nasty dick rips into me, cutting, slashing up shithole. My belly rubs over the bricks, it hurts. He holds me in the air, clutching digging...his thick fingers deep into my waist, fucking me, fucking me hurting me.Tears run from my eyes. My left check erupts as the salt of my tears gets into the scratches. My breathing is shallow and fast, each thrust drives the air from my lungs. With each withdrawal, I suck in a new breath, I near the point of hyperventilation. He’s discharged, even. "What was she talking about? Kirsty spends most of her time playing withthe rest of the cul-de-sac kids."Finally she does something I suggest, she spends too much time with thekids that live in the cul-de-sac and forgets about her school friends,"she said."What's wrong with the cul-de-sac kids?" I asked."Oh nothing, it's just that Samantha across the road, she has a deephatred for my little Hayley. But don't you worry about them dear, I'msure we'll find you some friends, perhaps Kirsty will. I knew he was chasing me by the sound of his footsteps… that and his cock was hard again and made a slight slapping noise as he ran. Up the stairs, down the hall, third door on the left. His room. Damn, he was spoiled, but all I cared about was his bed. King size bed, imported, softer than soft sheets, five pillows. And now me, lying on my back, naked as I waited for him to catch up to me. I didn’t have to wait that long, two or three seconds later he was in the doorway staring at me, a smile. "I picked up the file, linked with the man before me and read them both.No change in the ring I'd put in him all those years before. Not that I expected otherwise, but it never hurt to be sure. I found it comforting to know that what I made stayed made.The reports in the file were not in the least bit comforting, but in their own way they were oddly reassuring.'Flunitrazepam (generically known as Rohypnol), cocaine, grain alcohol... 'I looked up from the file to find Coburn looking at me. He.