By now her body was uncontrollable, I was having a hard time keeping her pinned down underneath me, but still I grinded, in that slow circular motion,...driving her insane with pleasure and to some degree with pain as well, because of how sensitive she was. ‘Cum for me, cum for me hard again,’ I whispered again. ‘Oh god, baby, please don’t stop, it feels so good,’ I could see water filling her eyes. This actually concerned me and I almost stopped the motion, but she grabbed my ass and through. I pushed the sensation I'd felt when Gretchen used it to tell me that she loved me to the back of my mind."There's been some trouble," I said without preamble. "Gretchen's a bit bruised and battered, but she'll be okay." I filled him in on the particulars and could hear his growing fear and anger in his questions.I'd just finished relating the basic details when I saw the two detectives coming out of the waiting room and walking up the hall toward me. "Hans, I'll need to call you back. The. He was talking about something, and I was somewhat listening. Trying not to look at his body. I'm not a slut. I don't usually hang out in the basement with men old enough to be my father. In fact, I'm actually a virgin. How I ended up in the basement wasn't by choice. I was kinda stuck at their house and the party moved into the basement. I simply followed. The evening wore on and slowly, slowly, people left. Now it was just Rochelle's (the Nastassja look alike) father and I. “Here, have. ..like...a cowgirl....I'd like that...Al...." I, fuck...so the fuck, wid I...." Heehee....bet Mary wouldn't do this, for you...eh Al." No...ya fucking right she wudnt....she'd be on her knees now,...screaming for me to fuck the arse of her....she's no....'decorum'.....no, she certainly has none of that...umph"Lesley didn't reply to that because she simply didn't know what it meant. Instead, she continued administering her practice, until he'd had enough and called out...."Right....fuck this for.