But Marty’s words were worming their way into her head, combining with the arousal that still hadn’t left her. She couldn’t deny it, his offer h...ld some appeal. She would never be stressed ... she’d never be lonely.“Marty, please...” she repeated through gritted teeth.“Shhh,” he said, holding up a finger to her mouth. She almost gagged at the smell of his yellowed fingernail, but forced herself to hold it back. “All I need to do is say it and you’ll be mine, sweet girl. You’ll be who you were. When he didn’t reply she turned to look in his direction.“Mr. Jensen? MR. JENSEN!!” cried Julie. “ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”Ben Jensen didn’t answer. He was unconscious and slumped toward the door.“MR JENSEN?” cried Julie once again. She reached over and touched him. He fell forward brushing the control yoke.“OH MY GOD! MR JENSEN WHAT’S THE MATTER?” screamed Julie to the unconscious man.She reached with both hands, grabbed him and pulled him back upright. She tried to feel for a pulse but in her fear,. I fucked her as fast as I possibly could. I pulled my cock all the way out then rammed all of it as hard as I could back in. The faster I went the more louder she screamed in pain as I tore through her little rear hole. I enjoyed feeling every bit of my cock in her, stretching her and filling her tight anus.She started screaming louder and louder, begging me to fuck her ass harder. It continued about fifteen minutes until I was ready to cum.I announced I was going to explode inside her. I'd taken it from a man who was anything but Rambo.A blonde haired, round jawed yuppie had drawn this knife on me. Now hewas tied to a pole. Another pause. The accused shakes his head, regaining some of hiscognitive functions. As soon as he does he looks up at me, working thekindest smile in the county."May, honey bear," he said in that voice which ran sweet as nectar,"What is this all about?" Seventeen years ago you committed an unthinkable crime," I respond,then took a breath, not wanting.