............ Crack!............. Crack!......Fuck he didn't hold back! Six good solid strikes! My cheeks burned red hot! I knew I was going to be wear...ng the bruises for a couple of days at least!I was breathing hard, feeling the heat sink in."Six more?" He asked. The edge of concern and hint he was liking this!I opened the poppers and took a few big sniffs! "Yes sir!"The second six landed one after another, hard and we'll placed. Maybe a week of bruises, I thought as I blinked the tears that. I looked across to my left and saw a man leave the park area where the c***dren were playing and yes, oh! my fucking god! he was walking towards me.Grabbing my blouse I half run and stumbled down to my skirt, stocking, knickers and blazer and started to pull my knickers on.Raising my bum to ease the elastic over I suddenly stopped and finished up with them half on and the knicker elastic half was over my bum.My heart was pounding as he was closing the distance and now looking directly at me. I. But Anna was in a far sorrier state. He had her wrists lashed behind her with saddle string. Her blouse was torn open, exposing her ice-pale breasts beneath. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were wide. Her hair, always pulled back in an austere bun, hung loose, with a few flaxen strands stuck to her cheek, plastered there by the glistening sweat of her efforts. I watched, breathless, as he reached to caress her chest, and felt my own hand slip under my flannel, quietly mimicking his. I got a lawyer and appealed. And you know what? I won on appeal. I then applied for permanent resident status in Canada. A year later it was granted to me. Talk about a load off my shoulders! At last, I could lead a normal life! I decided to fulfill my dream of being an educated, successful brother. I applied to Carleton University, and got accepted. I had my transcripts from Bunker Hill Community College forwarded to them. Yep, I was back at University at the age of twenty five. I focused on.