He had her mother's arms pinned over the woman's head, moving his hips back and forth, slamming her face with his hard cock."Eat it!" he roared."I wil..., you fucker!" her mother laughed. "Just let my arms go!"Helpless, Sarah kept moving her head from side to side, trying to dodge the meaty shaft as it bounced up and down across her beet-red face. With each slap, a stream of pre-cum juice dripped from his piss-hole and splashed against the woman's checks.Somehow, Gerta's mother raised her legs. We say hello, both being shy and not really speaking as we walk out the station, I say ‘shall we get a cab’ and we jump in one to the hotel that he had booked online a few days ago.In the back of the cab, my mind is racing as to what is going to happen once we are in the room, I can see him looking me up and down and then he places his hand on my thigh, he feels the top of my stocking through my skirt and then slowly moves his hand down my leg and back under the skirt. I stare into the mirror. There was no blessing in disguise. Our child died. That tiny casket was the most heartbreaking sight I’d ever seen.Don Baird was convicted for raping Beth and two of the other women. Evidence for the other four victims was too weak to hold up. The horrendous trial judge gave him a surprisingly light sentence of six years. His wife divorced him and she was granted all assets by a very understanding judge Dunn.Don was released after two-and-a-half years. Despite a restraining order, he called. I know I haven't met her yet," Hayley, Sophie's flat mate, shrugged."Or, umm, or me," Sophie said, trying not to cringe as she suddenlyrealised that her chances of getting away from the group and relaxing ather home just went straight out of the window.Sure enough, just over half an hour later, the remaining members of thegroup- all seven of them- crammed onto the doorstep outside the smallLondon flat, all of them giggling excitedly as Abbey reached into herhandbag for her keys. All but one,.