"I don't like it..." She said sitting there motionless and her eyes dialated from fear on what will happen next.Andrew untied her and raised her by th... nipple "Nice udders slut." he said bringing her inside and throwing her on the couch. "Touch yourself you nasty parasite. I want to smell that dirty hole. Spread them wide." Celia started fingering herself as she looked at Andrew who was staring eagerly in her vagina. "What a whore...You are already really wet and your nipples are just begging. I let go off her ear and moved to her lips, she grabbed my face and thrust her lips towards mine. Our lips met and I felt her tongue pressing against my lips, my lips opened only slightly before her tongue pushed its wait in looking for mine. While we were lying there kissing her hands moved away from face and undid the buttons on my shirt. She caressed my chest and her hands finally found my belt. Before I knew what had happened she had undone my trousers and used her feet to slide them and my. Two minutes to spend on weakness not too much to ask at times like this. Pull out Body’s wallet. Body needs name. Culprits, crooks, criminals, crankheads, call girls… all get pet names. Each gets nickname. Seperates me from them. Takes familiarity, humanity, out of equation. Easier to drop Whorehopper off overpass than Paul Jenkins. Easier to break Dope-Pusher’s neck than John Smith’s. Body’s name is Thomas Coffee. Sixteen years old. Blue eyes. Black hair. Driver’s license expires two days. She was certain it was all in the hysteria of the moment, the darkness of the forest and the fact she had not had a proper cock in months in any of her openings and she was dying for a good pounding of her willing bones. The image of the butcher's son's cock flashed into her brain along with all the other cocks she had licked, sucked and taken into her openings as far back as she could remember. Some were thick and some were long but the most memorable was that of the butcher's son because he.