Swiftly he takes up her leash, not giving her a moment to savor it before yanking her across the yard, binding her chain to a stake and hauling her to...her hands and knees face-first. He seizes her wrists, binding them behind her back and forcing her breasts into the lawn, the sharp blades of grass cutting at her bruised and beaten skin as he fucks her even harder from behind. She moans loudly at the humiliation, the pain, and the undeniable pleasure at being so abused, a little extra thrill. I took my thumb and placed it on her nipple and it responded instantly.“Ooooh, Rich.”“You like that, Sis?”“Do the other one, now?”I immediately moved my mouth to her other breast and did the same thing to it, once again causing the same response as before. While I was doing this, I slowly moved my left hand down to the promised land.Not hearing or feeling a negative response to this, I plunged a few fingers up inside her treasure. I felt her maidenhead. Her reaction was unexpected, she must. "No, but I hear you should get a medal for putting the PA in his place yesterday. So I'll do what I can to get you as much use as possible from that hand." she said.I realized two things. One, she was the surgeon not the nurse, and two it was a hell of a lot worse than I had been told. Neither really sunk in, but I knew I would remember them later. I guess I looked at her with a blank stare."They didn't tell you did they?" she asked.I shook my head."That hand is a mess. You got hit with mass of. One neighbor in particular, the horrible Mrs. Philpot with her skinny backside and her nose constantly in the air was a source of unrest to both mother and daughter as she professed a superior attitude in matters of social intercourse considering the pair of them as “weak females” far too willing to let men get the upper hand.Angela felt certain that Mrs. Philpot had witnessed her mother’s humiliation in the rose garden with her skirts up all a ‘shambles and her round white cheeks pounded by.