Please, My Lord, stop! It hurts! At least thats what he thought she screamed. Without the use of her tongue, it was hard to tell. Who gives a fuck? h... sneered as he plowed into her a third time. Finally, his abs hit the pins, smearing blood on them and wrenching an agonizing shriek from her. He began a punishing rhythm in which he made contact with the pins on each thrust, causing the pitch of her screams to increase each time. But he wasnt finished with her yet. He held himself deep within. Then her mind raced back to the thought of him undressing and she thought to herself ‘Please Steve, take off your clothes while you’re in there. Please come back in here with just your boxers. God I want him SO bad.’ As her mind wandered she closed her eyes and laid her head back imagining what could happen if he really came with just his boxers and if he really wanted her as much as wanted him. She eyes opened as she heard footsteps come towards her and she opened her eyes to see Steve. ‘Well then. Let’s get you a drink.’ He didn’t want to hurt this girl’s feelings, so he waived over one of the waitresses. ‘Can you get what ever the pretty lady here wants. And make sure Mandy makes it. Thanks.’ He handed her a ten and gave her a wink. ‘Keep the change.’ He watched as the waitress walking away, wishing he could do the same. He scanned the crowd looking for anything suspicious. Anything to clue him into the drug dealing rumors floating around town. Nothing. Instead, he found a. "Cry out and it'll be the last sound yer pretty throat ever makes," the man behind her, whose name was Rourke, warned as he slowly removed his hand from her mouth, applying the slightest of pressure with his blade to reinforce his words.He need not have bothered as the young woman was far too terrified to even gasp. Feeling no resistance on her part, Rourke brought his hand to her left breast and squeezed it roughly. The feel of her flesh, even beneath the layers of her dress, was enough to.