Maybe I was to the door? I stuck my legs out to the side. They caught nothing, but I felt the padding burn on my knees. I was still in the room. The l...ght was about as bright as it got last time before the padding turned into linoleum. I stuck my legs out again, and I kicked the doorway.NO! I was too late! I was on linoleum! I could make out the blurry forms of the men in the hallway. My eyes were adjusting. Slowly. They yanked me up to my feet, and waited for me to get balanced. They were. I rubbed her back softly as I went in for a kiss on her lips, and to my surprise she didn’t reject it. We kissed passionately and slowly it was almost like the perfect kiss I’ve ever experienced in my life. I maneuvered her down on her back as I got on top of her and kissed her long and good. My hands rubbing her breast and my body softly grinding up against hers. I felt my dick getting harder and harder each minute. It had been six long months since I last had this kind of contact with a woman. She didn’t care. She couldn’t recall ever cumming that hard before. They could call her anything they wanted, and she wouldn’t care. V She rode home in a daze, arms wrapped around his waist, pressed against his back. Except for the plain white tee shirt he’d given her, she was naked, and the summer air felt wonderful as it caressed her. Her thighs and ass still stung, the heat of the bike’s engine hot against her still raw flesh. King’s beating would stay with her for days, not that she cared.. Then he lifted her to the edge of the tub, he answered her curious look by taking some shaving cream and spreading it over her thin pussy hair. He shaved her pussy slowly and meticulously, leaving her smooth and so sensitive. She felt the heat stirring in the pit of her stomach, her head spinning with the sudden bolt of desire. After he had done he helped her out of the bathroom and dried her with a big soft towel. Then he took her lotion and massaged it into her skin, not touching her swollen.