As I said before, she had a typical blonde’s ass, long and thin but it appeared firm. She must have been my aunt’s age maybe a few years older. He... tanned skin suggested frequent visits to a studio and that had given her extra wrinkles.When we reached the top of the stairs, we came through a door which Charlene opened with a key and walked into a store room full of boxes and clothes hanging on long pipes stuck from wall to wall. Pushing aside hanging clothes, Charlene led us into an adjoining. I bumped into Clive, an old school friend, on the way out. He was leaving as well. He had made good and ran a motor showroom. ‘OK, Kev?’ ‘Yeah, Clive, you?’ ‘Yeah, OK.’ And the exchange was over as we hit the outer door, as he marched off to his Jaguar. I vaguely heard Lorraine calling after me, but I was simply intent on getting away. As I reached the entrance to the car park, I heard a different shout. Her voice. ‘Kevin, please!’ Call me a fool, but I stopped and turned. She was running. He quickly pulled the blade from his pocket and flicked it open. Holding it up to the man’s throat, he whispered in his ear, “Give me the keys”“Su-sure!” The man yelled, his body shacking in fear as he struggled to pulled his keys from his pocket.“Now give me your cell phone”“I-I-I don’t have a ce-cell phone”“Don’t lie. I see it in your pocket”, Sam said cruelly yet calmly.The man, biting his lower lip, reached into his pocket and handed Sam his cell phone, which the angered 16-year-old quickly. Simon sprang forward and landed on my chest, pinning me to the ground. He struck me again and again, his face twisted in rage.“You don’t stop until I say you stop! Stupid bitches can’t get anything right!”“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I cried.“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled and he gripped his cock in his right hand, leant forward and thrust it into my mouth again. His left hand grabbed my hair and held me still and he stroked at his thick shaft and plunged it again and again between my lips.“Keep your.