I told her about the battery acid ‘bullet hole’, how it had shrunk and I’d given it to the Salvation Army, hoping that some kid could get some u...e from it.She was silent, sitting up in bed against the headboard, while I was telling her, waiting for me to finish. When I did, then stood silently for a moment, still holding the thing draped across my arm, her first question, “Then how…?”I looked at the jacket again, it was real. This wasn’t a dream, there never had been a dream. “I don’t know…” I. Anything that came into his perverted mind, I would have to strike that pose, often times for minutes at a time while he walked circles around me, critiquing my form, adjusting my clothing or my hair or reapplying some of my makeup.Finally he left me standing in the middle of the room as he went and retrieved a chair with a very high back that would easily go up past my head when seated. The chair had a hole in the bottom of it. He pulled down my thong to my knees, then made me sit down on the. Jack held Ashley and let her cry for another half an hour before she calmed and drifted off to sleep. He picked her up with ease and carried her into her room, laying her gently on the bed then leaning in and kissing her cheek softly. He pulled the quilt up over her, closed her door and headed back into the living room to fix the computer."Jack?" Ashley said as she came out of her room.The apartment was dark except for the light over the stove in the kitchen. It looked as though Jack had left.. Rob pulls himself away and half drags Hera to the bed. She barely has time to react before he is undressing her, yanking impatiently at the zipper on her dress. His hands encircle her breasts, his thumbs rubbing and teasing the sensitive nipples. His mouth runs over her face and down her neck. He finds the responsive point in her neck and suckles hard enough to mark her.Hera writhes in response to him as her hands undo buttons on his shirt before pushing it off his shoulders. Her fingers run.