Being able to finally stock up her fridge with fresh food, and to buy the essentials, made her mood a little better. It gave her a feeling of fulfillm...nt and usefulness. She was still very much consumed by guilt and shame though. She wanted to talk to somebody but couldn’t muster enough courage to pick up the phone and call her parents or Max, for fear of not knowing what to say. That feeling lingered with her for the rest of the week. She asked for a day off on Thursday. She didn’t know how to. Thyrhonda was a very pretty girl whose presence would brighten any room. A very young fourteen, she was probably still a bit too young for marriage. She seemed to be constantly chattering, although she didn’t seem to have much to say.Sharilla had just reached sixteen and was also quite a pretty girl. That, in combination with an amiable disposition, meant she was deemed a considerable catch in the marriage stakes. However she had so far spurned all suitors and that was causing one or two. He smacked the still sore plump flesh several times, as he did, and then pressed tightly against her, yanking her hips against him as he came into her infertile hole. He held her there a moment, his hand squeezing and caressing her pussy, his mouth caressing and licking the long column of her throat. “Who do you belong to,” in his deep commanding voice, as his fingers stroked her wet twat possessively. “Who?” he said, his voice dipping warningly. He took one of her nipples and pinched it. It felt good to finally kiss him and hold him. He started to say something and Iput my hand up to his mouth to stop him. And just held him close. We only had tonight till tomorrow late morningwhen we would have to head to the train around 10am. After laying there for a while just talking we both dressed and went out for lunch.We wore the same clothing as before. This time he knew when we were out that I had no panties on and he had notworn underwear either. So when we sat in the diner he.