I had to ramp it up a bit. I was going to hit her harder anyway and I did, on her ass and legs. She had her arm over her tits as I did this. I told he... to move her arm. Knowing what was coming she did, and I hit her breast again and again, paying careful attention to the nipple also. It was amazing, the look on her face, the way she held her arm away so I could hit her, and I interspersed these with blows to her cunt. The cries were luscious.It was time for a short rest. I wanted to hear how. I closed my eyes to try and holdthe tears back before realising that nothing on earth could dothat. In an instant Jon and Jools were at my side. They had heardwhat the doctor had told us. "She's dead," I sobbed, "she'sgone." Jon pulled me into his arms and held me close and Joolshugged me from the other side. My body heaved as the sobs andsorrow wracked my very being. I do not know how long we stoodlike that. Time had no meaning. I felt a sense of panic mixedwith fear and intense hurt. I was. "Wrong, Angie. You've walked into my house, caught me naked in the shower with some prime underage pussy yet you're not on the phone to anyone. You're naked in my living room, doing a of line of flake... that doesn't sound to me like someone who's serious about making threats-" he snapped his fingers, pointed at Kelly, pointed at his cock "-that sounds to me like someone interested in negotiations. And you don't give the orders here if you're thinking of negotiating."Kelly was stretched out. We still had class together at least two days a week for the next two years. He always came in and sat right next to me, sometimes I think it was just to piss me off. I thought I could handle him being there, but I was wrong. One day about a year later, everything changed. Ben walked into our Psychology and Law class and plopped down next to me as usual. “Hey.” I said, not even looking up. “Hey.” He said, snaking a hand up my skirt. “Hey!” I said, my tone changing. “You had your chance to get a.