"She will have problems facing one issue at a time. I will call you, when I think it is the right time to come up."Then I turned to Kitten and asked, ...Is there something I can do to help out? I can get some hot water, and make some diapers out of a sheet. Can I help you to the bathroom, or get you something to eat or drink?"She extended her hand, and I helped her to the toilet. She peed, but could not do anything else. I washed her in the bidet, and dried her carefully. This time she was not. The sides of her sheath gripped him tighter than a woman much younger. One, two, three, four pumps of his finger and Marian was cumming. Her squeal was high-pitched and she sounded like a banshee on the moors. When she threw her leg over Stephen’s hip, he couldn’t wait any longer. He gripped Marian’s hip and slowly pushed his way in. As his cock broke into the long neglected pussy, it seemed to grab hold and pull at him. Marian howled and pushed back. Side by side they began their mutual. She rebelled because it was all she knew how to do. She fought back against a system that did not understand or listen to her. She got in trouble, mixed with the wrong crowd and as she had told the police the last time she had been brought back to this place; “this wasn’t the life I chose or wanted.” Years later she would think about that night and about how she did not really know how she ended up where she did, or what had happened with complete clarity. She would remember bits in dreams, and. .. But, only if you know my name and jersey number... “ I kidded her once again.“Brian Stevens, you’re number ninety nine.” she shot back immediately.“Wow, I am impressed.” I responded, signing my usual scribble quickly, followed by the # 99.“Oh my God.” she exclaimed, “My friends are not gonna believe this.” she exclaimed looking at the signature, “They told me I was wasting my time. I so wish I had a camera with me, I would love to rub it in their faces. Thank you so much, Brian.”“No problem,.