Straightening, Caroline looked to see the stock boy staring at her in awe. Tossing him a boob-bouncing shrug and coy smile, she moved on.Head spinning...from arousal, the college student made her way blindly through the throngs of shoppers. Trying to come up with more tricks became difficult when her mind continued replaying those she already acted on. A rumble in her stomach gave her the perfect excuse to sit, relax and calm down.The food court was an open space with wrought iron tables and. She took it to mean that I was having a go at her for her new ink. She seemed to carry her anger for the next few days. Then she came home with a 'tramp stamp' across her lower back. It was a native rose and looked spectacular. I told her that I liked it. She looked at me as if I had two heads."What, you mean I have your permission to have another tattoo? Like I would wait for you to approve anyway." Mary, no, I really like it. Why are you making this an argument? Can't I even like your tattoos. Hernandez was ramming his cockinto her ass by the time I got round to her head and she wouldn't keep herhead still because of the terrible pain so Gomez held her head still but Iwas frightened in case she bit my cock in her agony so I contented myself withwiping my dick on her face. I drew the line at holding her while the enlistedmen had their go so I popped my head out of the door and called for more guards.Then I sat back and watched the show. For two hours that woman was raped. Inall twelve. I fought backand that was... bad. They hurt me for that. Hurt me, bad. Hurt me fora long time. Then they left me alone so I had a chance to recover.Then they came back and hurt me again. And again. And... crap! I'vegot to stop this! They WILL NOT EVER HURT ME AGAIN! NOT AFTER TONIGHT!Breathe, dammit! Get a grip! Get into the act. That's it. Thinkahead of them. I can do this.I look into the mirror again and push up on my tits. Yes, my tits. Mybig, beautiful tits. Christ, what.