My shoulders slumped.*Keep strong,* Chantelle whispered in my mind as the tears began to trickle down my cheeks.*Why?* A yawning despair opened up. *B...andon won. Who can challenge him? We'll be tortured for eternity.**You have to keep hoping. There always is a chance! Don't give up, Lana.* Chantelle reached out, holding my hand, giving me a squeeze.I didn't squeeze back. She was wrong. There was no hope.I plodded along behind the endless chain of prisoners, leaving behind the slaughtered. Now i asked her to fuck me.she resisted. but i went ahead.she stopped me.I held her hands tightly.i was pushing my cock into her vagina.She was stioll resisting it.Actually i was not able to insert.after trying for some time i was able to push.She was screaming in pain.my penis was also paining.I was getting fear seeing anu cry.now i pushed with full power.Now my cock went inside fully.mine was paining very badly.She screamed and shouted when i used my full force.Ipushed 10 15 times and i came. "No, but it probably means nothing. We will find out though just for you," he answered."That's a good plan," I said that about thirty seconds before the not quite gorgeous Mrs Smothers entered the room. She was awfully well dress and made up to be an elementary school teacher. I wondered what she was up to when she wasn't babysitting children who were mostly on public assistance. Life was getting so screwed up."So Mrs. Smother," Simpson began after he introduced himself and then me. "Could you. Listen, if you’re standing, you might want to sit down for a moment. I have news for you.”I sat down in my desk chair, and replied, “Alright, I’m sitting.”“Good. I told you I’d handle it and I did. I found out that Ilse’s family had hired a lawyer from my firm in the past for a divorce case. They contacted us again and wanted our matrimonial law specialist to represent their son in court at the custody case, and our defense specialist at the assault case.”I guess it made sense they had gone to.