Whenever I saw her, I always had a semi to rock-hard dick. I took whatever classes she taught and always did things for her. She was married, but her ...usband died. She never remarried. Her name was Ms. Lane.A few years back, I was in my third year of college when I saw her at a Walmart. She looked as great as she did when I graduated from high school. Maybe even better! We made plans to meet at Starbucks to catch up on things. A few days later, we met at Starbucks, as planned, and both got a. "Hi, Marcy. May we have some colas, please?" Sure, three sodas, coming right up. Who's paying?" I will," said Jennifer Glock."Is Tori out yet, we'd like to talk to her," asked Kristen Hollingsworth.Marcy glanced at the clock. "She should be finished by now, I'll give the kitchen a call." Thanks."A short while later, Tori came out to join them."Hi, guys. I thought you'd be making time at the Marina." It's no fun, anymore," said Mandy. "There's a new crowd that hangs out there now and they're. He had arranged a purchase matching his specifications. I was nothing more than a decoration for him, picked out for my coloring. Is that why they attacked my home? Were my parents dead because I matched the fucking colors he fucking picked out? Fuck him. Fuck all of them.In an enclosed wagon, alone and bored, daylight little more than a memory, I simply existed. The door only opened twice daily. Before the sun came up, and after it had set. Just because my fucking bastard of a future owner. Then he roughly opened my legs wide. He then placed his hands on my warm cunt."I knew you were enjoying yourself, you little whore" he said touching my lips. "You're soaked" He said in an approving tone. But he didn't stop playing with my cunt. He kept teasing me, careful not to touch my clit, after a minute or two of teasing he rested his hand against my clit. I let out a soft moan, it really surprised me. He started slowly, and lightly, then he started applying pressure and moving his hand.