'Serves you right, ' she told me."After a pause she added, "Did I tell you I hate Social Workers?" No, but I can understand why," I told her. "That wa... abuse, no doubt about it. Those Cretins should be jailed for doing that to you."I didn't tell her, but I had noticed there were striations on her butt that now made sense. I had guessed they were remnants of being spanked or whipped by her recent captors but were not red. Just a few white lines. It made sense.It seemed she peed a bucketful and a. And then the car’s door opened and they heard a scream. Kimber looked and though her eyes wouldn’t focus, she clearly made out the figure of April, staring at her and screaming with rage. The door slammed, and Harrison swore, pulling his dick from inside Kimber and closing his pants. ‘I’ll be right back,’ he said, and he left her alone in the back seat, her legs open, her pussy wet and aching and hurting so much. Kimber sat up and started to cry, trying to straighten her skirt over her tightly. I admire his restraint and praise him for it, but he still groans as I start to pull his trousers down to his ankles, and I see he is wearing black silk boxer shorts, which I also admire and choose to leave for now. He can no longer keep still, and brings his weight forward so that he can fight free of his shirt and step out of his trousers. Laughing, I stand and as he lunges at me, I retreat to the blanket, and he follows - we tumble onto it, a tangle of limbs. For a short while I allow him. But it was pain, and it was humiliation and helplessness! 'Ooh! Oh, noo! Argh!' she moaned and grunted as he started to run his cockin and out of her too-dry alleyway: but it was not remaining dry, and the frictionseemed to fade as he increased his tempo, pounding at her until his balls werethumping against her, his cock ramming into the deepest reaches of her pussy,her body entirely belonging to him. Her vocalisations became neither protestnor response, but mere physical reaction to the.