??? ?You want to be my slave, don?tyou, little girl???? I gasped, but all I could thinkabout was submitting to him so he?d let me have his cock pumpin... into me ? ?? ?Yes, master, I want to be yourslave. I?ll do anything for your cock.??? He laughed triumphantly, and ashe began to fuck my pussy again, this time so roughly I thought he split mypussy in two, I realised that the other man was holding a video camera. He?dbeen filming me as I?d begged for Saul?s cock, and he was filming me as I. She ran from the Western Union sobbing hysterically, clutching the telegram in her fist, as if sheer force could squeeze those damning words out of existence. Coral Sea? Where the hell was the Coral Sea? Some backwater in the South Pacific that had taken her beloved husband from her. A cruel joke that such wanton slaughter should be so idyllically named. The love of her life had probably died by some unspeakable act of violence. A small mercy that the telegram didn’t say specifically. Running. On the other side of the road a vehicle had come out of a side turning to hit a van broadside on. That impact had deflected the van straight towards us. John wrapped an arm around me and the black woman and threw us to the far side of the crossing. We were caught by a group of people who had just reached the side of the road.John took the full impact of the van and was sent flying. His body hit the back of a parked van with a heavy thud. I turned and rushed towards him as everything around me. Running my tongue over my teeth in thought, I just allowed the ride to go on silently until we were at our destination.I wanted to ask as soon as the car was off, but before I knew it, Taylor was out of the car, bringing her stuff down to the basement before I so much as had my seatbelt undone. I knew I was just noticing this stuff now because I was paranoid about Joel, but something didn’t seem right here.Maybe it was a misunderstanding though. Maybe they went on one date before our studying.