’ you whisper. My arms are resting against your thighs, and I start to rub my hands up and down them, as you again use the sponge to wash my chest. ...t doesn’t take long for me to become aware that you are only using one hand to wash me. I feel your other hand slide around my tummy, and edge down towards my fully erect penis. You take it in your hand, and start to rub it firmly. As you do, your breasts start to rub against my back, your hard nipples pressing into me, the flattening of your. I doubt that, bitch. Whos going to call the cops? I asked, leering at her. Seeing that she was struggling for an answer, I leaned close to her ear and whispered into it: You are going to die tonight. Her face paled, and the thrashing got more violent. She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get free, out of my strong arms. I am tall. I am heavy. I am built. Shes just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds. What chance did she ever have? Against me? Against any man? I held both. About that time, I heard Tonya ask him to not cum in her pussy, but it was too late and she got the second load of cum in her tonight.My big cock friend finally finished pissing and looked down on me like I was trash. He sat down on my stomach and said: “so I’m paying for you and that means that I can do anything I want, right?”“I guess that depends on what you want.”“Shelia said I could do anything I want and I want to hurt you.”“No please don’t” but before I got all that out, he slapped me. "My mother. I told her how I felt one time when I was a teenager and she told me that feeling that way during my monthly meant that I was a slut. I had to ask God to forgive me and never feel that way, again."Jack closed his eyes, counted ten, and hoped that Mrs. Kelly was rotting in hell. He then got up from his chair and went around the table to Erin. Kneeling, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. "Sweetie, you were made by God to feel everything you feel; and there's nothing.