It's too much to take in and Clara can see it."Focus on a thought. It gives clarity so that everything doesn't overwhelm you." I focus on Clara's feel...ngs for me. I see Mia's 9th birthday. Clara has fallen in the creek and skinned her knee. All of the other kids run to get a parent, but I help her out of the water and check on her. Then I walk her back to the picnic tables. I never left her and was at her side the entire time. Even after her dad started talking care of her and cleaning out her. I continued sucking her nipples, alternating between them, never letting her have a break from the sensations of being played with. As I was doing this, I had slid my right hand down the outside front of her nylon shorts and was cupping her mound in my hand, gently rubbing her through that thin material. I would push my finger into her crotch and her labia would part, allowing me to run a finger covered in material along her pussy until I would drag across her hard clit. This was sending. Press, don’t iron the fabric. Don’t push the fibers out of shape. Back at my apartment my hands knew what to do. The knife-edge shears yielded long, smooth lines, the way they were always meant to do. I borrowed my roommate’s sewing machine and stitched the patches into blocks with quarter-inch seams, pressing each section to one side before starting the next. The project spilled out of me whole, like a baby that was ready to be born. I labored until I couldn’t keep my eyes open, then got up. Marcus hit her horizontally, a few inches below the first stripe he had left, grunting with the effort. She arched, her stomach thrusting into the post. Lucius could see the effort she was making not to scream, but he knew it was coming. This was brutal, two strong men hitting her as hard as they could. The eighth, delivered to the broadest part of her back, sent a shudder coursing through her, but still no more than a grunt came from her lips. And then Marcus targeted her arse. His strike was.