And the violence wasn't just restricted to just her arse and cunt. She was forcibly held down and her arms stung from the force of the soldier's grip ...hile she her mouth and nose burrowed into the dry earth. Every time she stirred in any way that could be interpreted as resistance, and resisting was what she couldn't help doing, she was punched or kicked.She barely registered the world around her. Was it day or was it night? Sweetness was screaming in misery and distress. "Joy! Joy!" she gasped. From time to time, I can hear more people entering the house. My heart pounds in anxiety, expectation and fear.Next, two helpers come to the bathroom. They pull the chain to flush the toilet, then drag me into the bathtub. They open the cold water and thoroughly wash me with hard brushes, like scrubbing a piece of wood. I am warned that's my last opportunity to drink if I need it. I gulp cold water down my wide-open gagged mouth. Once they've made sure I am clean as a whistle, I am dragged to. For my utter surprise, Laura wiggled her hips andtightened her thighs giving me tremendous pleasure and bringingme ever so close to my pinnacle. Laura slowly rocked me, grindedme, with a rolling rhythm as the train kept moving. The hand thatrubbed my cock appeared to be playing with Laura’s sensitiveclit. Then I felt Laura’s cunt tightening more around my cock andsudden collapse of her body over mine while shivering her body.No sooner she stopped wiggling her ass; I shot my load deep inher and. Your answer will not havebearing on the job offer. You are such a pretty lady that I'm sureyou've had your share of attention from men. How do you handle that?" Well, I hope this doesn't offend you, Carolyn, but I actually prefer menwhen I am dressed as Donna. I've had a few sexual encounters and enjoyit thoroughly. I find that I prefer being Donna with a man far more thanbeing Don with a woman. I've never been with a man outside of in myDonna persona. I hesitate to tell you this because.