’ I said tapping the bat on the floor to emphasize my point. I paused and let my words sink in. Jeanne had her arms wrapped around herself in that p...culiar way she did when she was distressed. Steve was trying to sink into the chair in which he sat. I went on. ‘You hurt me beyond any comprehension. You made me do something I thought myself incapable of until just a few days ago, you made me despise the two people I cared most about in the world.’ I turned to Steve. ‘You and I have been like. Suit yourself," he said as he put out the cigarette and pulled on his swim shorts. He left Amber on the bed as he got up and returned to the party.Amber was sore from the rough fucking that Tom had given her, but she couldn't get the image of the new boy out of her mind. He was about 5 ft. 10 with broad shoulders and a well-formed chest for a k** just going into eighth grade. He had long blond hair that she liked a lot better than Tom's new buzz cut. "Yeah" Amber said to herself, "I'm gonna get. He stood and they hugged. Then to Claire he said, "This is Sharon, she's Bryony's friend, you know, the girl who I was with that weekend. Sharon this is Claire." Hi!" Sharon said brightly. "You're Mike's housekeeper aren't you? He looks very well on it! Hey Mike, Bryony was disappointed you didn't bed her properly. She said you had someone else in mind?" You could say that," he was now very embarrassed but Claire's grin got wider and wider.Sharon kissed him long and sensuously on his lips until. With no lube, no foreplay, no warning, the twelve-inch monster plunged into my ass, still sore from the few that were in there earlier that morning. I squealed with pain, tears running down my face, drenching my breasts along with my snot and drool (rape is not pretty), but after a minute, the adrenaline faded, leaving the familiar hopelessness to fill the void.I looked at the closest camera lens and tried to smile. “Oh, yes. Give it to me, Mr. Peterson.” The sound of a crotch slapping against.