Listening, she heard faint moans coming from the half-closed door of the lounge. They weren't moans of pain. Quite the opposite, in fact. They sounded...like someone in the throes of intense?pleasure. Like a woman being fucked.Liz inched toward the door at the end of the?hall and, guiltily, she spied on Beth and Ted.It was just as she'd thought the instant she heard those telltale noises. Beth was spread-eagle on the small desk and ted was fucking the living hell out of her. It was a sight that. "Yes, and it looks ok so far. No worries on that. If you show any signs, we will rush you to the ER and I'll have Surgeons from around the country flying in to work on you ok?" he said reassuring her.She nodded and then asked. "Why does it still hurt so bad?" Well babe, have you ever over extended your knee, or twisted your ankle?" he asked.She nodded, everyone had he knew."That is what you did, you over stretched it, and essentially, sprained yourself." he told her.She smiled, and then gave a. He slid a hand down her body between her thighs, and he lightly rubbed her pussy over her pants. She sighed, closing her eyes. “Don’t get me started.” She breathed. He began to rub her harder, and she found herself writhing against him a little, building up the feelings inside her. “I have to go now.” She said quietly, eyes still closed. Ryan continued kissing her neck, which was completely bare due to the fact that her hair was up. “Can you get away again tomorrow?” he asked between kisses.. Foot traffic on NY 231 was unusual in the extreme. It was a truck route, a bypass for the city of Onteora. It had no sidewalks, and was flanked by no consumer-oriented stores or places of employment. It connected to US 90, forty miles to the west, but those who traveled it eastward were seldom Onteora bound. At a distance the girl was ordinary-looking: medium height, a broad-shouldered but bosomy build, shoulder-length blonde hair. She was probably in her early twenties. She wore a heavy wool.