"What?" Why the hell do you keep looking at me like that?"Melinda frowned. "Looking at you like what?" Like I'm gonna drag you into some dark alley an... fuckin' rape you or something." Oh, I have not! Anyway, there's hardly any dark alleys in this part of town." That ain't the point," Richie said. "Stop sounding like your nerd boyfriend."Melinda sighed. "Look, I'm not thinking that about you, okay? I mean..." Her eyes flicked over his body. "It's ... it's not like I don't want to do it again. "Donald came out to meet me from the cab, and paid the driver. It was raining and a dark, February night in Salford. He was very tall, easily 6ft 3", about 50 and had a bristling strawberry blonde beard, which blended into a full head of wiry, ginger hair. He couldn't have looked more Scottish if he'd been wearing a kilt. As it was he was wearing jeans and a white shirt, which was undone at the throat, and a off-brown tweed jacket. In contrast to the first time I had been with Mr. Newark, I. They put it over his head and threaded it downover his bow and bust. It had pink shoulder straps buttoned onto thefront of the waist. They threaded the straps under his bolero and overhis shoulders so that the straps came together at the back and buttonedside by side onto the back of the skirt. They watched him cringe withanguish. The little girl straps were so short. The pleats of the skirtwere no deeper than seven or eight inches and the skirt barely coveredthe top two inches of his shorts,. Only to be replaced by pain of his giant cockhead stretching me open. “And hungry for more.” He forced his cock into me, the pain tearing through me like I was burning. I screamed, begged him to stop, to slow down to let me lube it with my throat first. But he only pushed deeper.“Thats not very good Riley, you're supposed to make me want to pay for this experience remember. Not ask for my money back.”Bastard, he had me pinned, my arms held tightly behind my back as he thrust I was forced onto.