It slammed again, pushing me even harder into the floor. I felt like I was going to die, and a part of me wished that I would.There was no stopping it... my pussy was constantly torn open, forced to accept the huge invader. I was thankful when my pussy start going numb, and the pain of my torn pussy lips ceased. All I could feel was the constant pressure of the end slamming into the deepest parts of my body. The thing swell, forcing my insides to stretch even more, and I felt a hot flood break. He turned over the witness and sat."I just have one question, Angela. Do you think Mama has ever beenwrong in the way she treated you?" Of course not. Mama is the kindest, most wonderful person I know." No further questions, your honor."* *Joy Winters was next on the docket. She told of what she had seen overthe years, and what she had heard, and why she had called the police."Why is this important to you?" Bailey asked."Because....I love him," she said, and the room gasped. "I've alwaysloved. As Farmer Johnson was reading George's work history George sweated and he prayed that there was good news for him.After several minutes Farmer Johnson finished reading closed the folder, handed it back to George and he began to speak. "George you have a very good work history when can you start"? George looked at the farmer, and he replied "Sir I can start today".Famer Johnson replied that is good to know George now I have one more question "do you have a gun? The reason that I ask is because I. But you think about it.You even wonder to yourself, is this guy serious? Would he actually give you the money you need, it you sucked him off? You are desperate, but not that desperate. But you tell yourself that he probably just said that to fuck with you. He is just the type to do that.The next day in the office, he asks you, "Do you have the money yet?" You look at him, frowning. He smiles. He knows that you don't have it. He tells you that he thinks that you will enjoy it. You tell him that.