He ears rang and her eyes teared up.She opened her mouth he slammed in her she gagged and choked with the huge cock blocking her. She was crying as he...face fucked her. He was pulling her hair as he rammed her. After a while he pulled out. I don’t want to cum yet you fucking slut so get in the cab.He forced her in roughly fondling her arse and cunt through her panties and tights. He hands were huge and hurt her.Once in the cab he told her to take of her blouse and skirt. The sleeping area was. K-WWHAPP! The weapon, which kata now knew to be a wet towel, came down upon her bare ass, lighting up her backside with pain. The pain faded quickly, but she knew that after fifteen of these she would feel a more lasting burn. “One. Thank You, Master.” K-WWHAPP! “Two. Thank You, Master.” The first ten she bore stoically, with all the pain tolerance of the farm girl she was. By the eleventh, however, they had really started to hurt. She gritted her teeth, and her eyes filled with tears of. Dave wondered if there was safety in numbers. He felt certain that Alice wanted to make love with Owen but knew she was worried about her own fortitude to resist his attraction to a deeper and dangerous relationship – dangerous to her marriage, in any case. Maybe Heather was part of her ploy to keep things a little lighter.Dave watched some other combinations of the guests match up. Pam and Dev were locked together in some smoking hot kisses. Wendy and Roy lay down on a futon in a corner of the. My blood ran cold when I saw her. The picture was labeled “Diana Clark” and she was a few years younger in the photograph, but it was her; the girl I saw last night. “Clark” was apparently her maiden name.A thousand thoughts raced through my mind and my pulse quickened as the realization set in that I had seen the ghost of Diana Dawson. My logical mind tried to convince me otherwise, but there was no denying it.I stared at the picture for a very long time. Her beauty was apparent, even as the.