Thankfully she was knocked out after the first kick, I really didn't feel like dealing with a struggling little whore tonight, well, not yet at least....I took the girl back to my car and threw her in the trunk. I drove out to an old abandoned warehouse complex that I had been to before. When I got out of the car I could hear moans of agony coming from my trunk. The girl had awakened, fantastic. Slowly, I opened the trunk and brought her out, she was still in a daze and presented no struggle. The touch had rekindled long suppressed feelings. Feeling his rhythmic heartbeat as blood coursed through his cock, seeing it grow harder as it reached it’s full six inches, nearly the size of his father’s. It had been all she could do not to stroke it or take it in her mouth when she saw precum oozing from its tip.At night in her own bedroom, guilt racked her as she recalled that it was Tommy’s cock that fueled her fantasies. It was images of his cock she saw while caressing her engorged clit.. She was partially lying down, resting her head on the armrest of the sofa and that is where I got in. I got inside exactly where her position was and put both my legs on either side of her body so I could easily feel her backside on me. I moved my hand on her stomach. She didn’t even look back. Disha just lied there getting herself comfortable making a mattress out of me. I started moving my hands on her stomach, onward and upward. She knew where those hands were going and she said, “Honey, a. You had these parties harking back to 'Lord of the Manor, ' when in reality you were having them in so you could steal my wife." I know and I apologize for that. The thing is, I really enjoyed your company and miss having you around as a friend. I still don't regret having Mary for my wife though. I guess doing what I did to you has made me feel more guilty than anything I have ever done in my life."I shrugged. I mean what could I say.There was silence for a few minutes. Finally Mary got to her.