Der andere Knecht ließ seine Rute auf dem Mädchen niederfahren und sie schrie verzweifelt auf. Er traf ihre Pobacken und auch hier fühlte es sich a..., als würde ihr ein feiner Streifen ihrer jungen Haut vom Leib geschält.„Zwei!“Nun folgte eine Pause. Martha keuchte und wimmerte. Mehrmals schnalzten die Spießgesellen des Vogts mit ihren Ruten durch die Luft und ließen die Erinnerungen an den Schmerz durch ihren Geist zucken. Dann, nach quälend langem Warten traf sie der nächste Schlag wieder auf. I broke away and said, ‘Now let’s get out of the sun for a bit before you turn into a lobster. We have to get some sunblock on both of us.’ Before he could react, I was already climbing out and walking to the shaded part of the patio. I felt his eyes on my ass as I walked. Grabbing a towel, I began to dry off. He soon joined me and did the same. I stole a glance at his crotch and saw that his ‘problem’ had not subsided in the least. I flopped myself down on one of the lounge chairs and lay. It splattered her glasses and clung to her long braid of brown hair. “I chased the last cops out of the south exit, Damien.”“So there really are no more?” Mary pouted. She leaned against Samantha. “And I was having so much fun.”“What?” Rosa snarled, turning from the savage Texan's throat. “No more?”“There's still the priest,” Damien growled, looking up at the ceiling, wishing he could peer through all the intervening floors.“Where's Abigail?” Samantha asked.Damien froze, he cast his gaze about.. She stops to pull up her knee highs, when out of the corner of her eye she sees a black van driving down the street. The driver is a medium build man, about six foot with long black hair with alburn streaks.He shouts from the van, "Hey cutie, need a ride?" Not likeing the tone in his voice, she shivers and quickly stutters out, "It's ok, I don't live far." The man's smile turns into a sneer as he drives a few yards ahead then gets out leaving the engine running, "I really think you should get.