His identity meant nothing as her cunt creamed all over his marvelous, thick prick.The man plunged his cock into her squishy pussy-channel again, maki...g her cum and cum, and he felt a maddening gut-twisting pleasure as he squeezed her pretty tits and fucked her homily.He grunted like a hurt animal and groaned with mounting erotic pleasure, his hands and cock driving the young girl into a tizzy. His fingers tweaked her sensitive, pink nipples, making her whimper, and his cock drilled in and out. I shook my head no. no, no, no&hellip, I whispered. SMASH! I felt a force two times harder than Daddys smash down on my already burning ass. It knocked the wind out of me and made me choke, I couldnt even scream. SMASH! AHHHH!! I cried out and kicked my legs, trying to get off of his lap. Count them! Brandon said over my loud crying. I couldnt believe this was happening. He raped me, stole my virginity, now he was punishing me for it!! SMASH! one! SMASH! two SMASH three! Each counting of swats. "Sorry," she said, having to clear her throat first. "This isn't for me." And she left.Control, we think, is a one-way road. There is the controller and the controlled – the aggressor and the victim. There is black and there is white. Ah yes, how simple we sometimes are."You still don't get it, do you, Mrs. Austin?"The doctor smiled. His tone was gentle, but his words weren't. She didn't answer."She's a client," Charrier went on. "One of our best clients. If she'd been Brunswick, would you have. Jennifer came to the door when I rang the bell wearing a denim mini skirt and black stockings, high heeled clog shoes, a tight fitting sweater and big sexy earrings. I of course was in my usual casual attire, wrinkled baggy khaki pants, long sleeve t-shirt, worn out leather jacket, hiking shoes, and my usual grungy worn out Georgia Bulldog baseball cap. She asked if I liked to eat at Houston’s across from Lenox Mall and I answered, “sure!” She said we were meeting her two best friends there for.