It could be awhile before she could stand that."John... I'm so sorry... he got me. He raped me. I was so stupid, he tricked me," she sobbed.Instinct t...ok over as I gently held the woman I love and shushed her. "Oh baby girl, please don't say that, don't ever think it. This is not your fault, the police will find out who he is from DNA and he will pay." John I know who he is, he's a supervisor in my office. His name is Bruce Kent."I had a name to focus my hatred on, but I was somewhat controlled. ‘CRAMP!’ ‘Do you need me to help?’ ‘Cheeky chap, aren’t we? Trying to get near my knickers right off the whistle, eh?’ she taunted through gritted teeth. Alan went over to her and began massaging the bothersome thigh, and using the Seed caused her knotted muscles to relax. ‘Mmmm, lovely, bloody nice.’ After a short while he helped her up and they remounted their bikes. Alan unzipped his seat pack and pulled out a small bottle of Tylenol, and gave her two. She popped them in her mouth and pulled. A tornado of activity had hit the house and in the eye of the tornado stood Mom, solid and cool as ever, while Stella was swirled around and around.Wedding announcements had to be mailed, which meant that decisions as to who to invite, flower arrangement had to be decided on, birders had to be placed for maids dresses, who was to cater refreshments and what should be reserved, reservations had to be made, a band had to be selected. And that was just the start of the to -do list. Poor Stella. My tongue slows down, lapping up your juice, and moving south. I find your other hole, licking it lightly. You try to move, but cannot. A feeling you are not used to yet, but vaguely familiar with. I lick more, moistening your asshole with my tongue and your pussy juice. I lick harder and you moan in pleasure, beginning to enjoy the foreign feeling. “Oh Jeffrey, yes.” “Shut up slut!” I say. “Jeff hired me to remind you of something, you call me Sir!” and I get up and smack your face. “Each.