My foot and thigh have fallen asleep and as I reposition them, a tingle warms my leg up to my groin. I feel my pussy react and wet it's self.My music ...ulses a steady, quiet rythm helping me concentrate on my school work while distracting me at the same time.A breeze comes through my open apartment window. Autumn has arrived but I am still wearing my summer's thin button-down shirt.My small breasts do not need the support of bras so the chill of the autumn breeze bites at my nipple.My fingers. Anna winced at this renewed assault and cried out in pain. ‘Please no more, no more tonight’ she kept begging but Jon was deaf to her pleas. He fucked her three more times that night. When he left in the morning Anna was too sore and tired to get out of the bed. Her body was black and blue from the beatings it had taken. She kept drifting in and out of consciousness throughout the day, too weak to move. It was night when Jon returned. He was drunk. He woke her up roughly and began to rape her. The partner (Detective Theodore, so I thought of him as Teddy) came back with a long heavy coat to hide my nakedness. It being July in New York City, my opinion of his intelligence went down a notch or two. But what can you expect from a guy who takes an honest job?"How old are you, kid?" Lucy asked me.Instinctively I wanted to lie to her. But common sense told me that lies don't work with a cop who can easily learn the truth. And besides, I wasn't a criminal, I was a victim, of statutory rape. .. could be anyone. I've got lots more like them. But I wanted... I wanted to see my s*s, not anyone else. You're -" Thomas looked up, but was stopped from the look on Kit's face. "I'm sorry! I'll get rid of it. It wasn't right of me, I..." Stop it." Kit said. Thomas quieted down. Being a big sister had its perks and Kit took full advantage of them, "You were getting off to this? My face?" Y-yes -- but no! It's not just your face, it's... uh... you." Thomas always talked in artsy nonsense when.