Alda's legs and arms strained at the bonds and her little slit bounced to the beat of Jack's raging cock."You bastard! You fuckers!" Alda wailed, her ...eet-red ass slapping against Jack's loins, as he fucked her faster and harder.She gave a scream, one that was such a mixture of pain and lust that Gillian felt her pussy getting wet at the sound of it. It reminded her of what she had suffered. She shivered."Don't call me a bastard, you fuckin' cunt, you're cumming!" Jack roared, as his thick cock. She had this uncanny ability to find the weakness in my control and then slide in and take over. And then it was too late. There I would be, having sex on the pier, leaping into shark-infested waters... Or, jumping off a rock while stoned. Or playing with myself as my sister did the same thing, right next to me. Hmm ... Maybe it wasn’t such an uncanny ability after all.“Are you touching yourself?” That’s how she’d probably start.“Heather,” I’d warn.“You are!” Eyes surely wide with glee.And so. His other concern was infection, and he knew the wound would have to be cleaned. He noticed she was wearing what had once been a frilly pair of white panties that were now stained red with blood. Cutting them away he threw them to the floor with her pants. He took a breath, trying to decide what to do next when Janet came back into the room with a Coleman power mate cooler and a large hard case with a large red cross on the side."There is plasma in the cooler," she explained. "The case contains. She didn’t. She came once. Her eyes were closed as she came. She moaned out. She cried out “beautifully.” I saw cum oozing out of her pussy. It was pristine. Her fingers worked her pussy brilliantly. She loved doing it. I loved watching her do it too. God, she had an awesome young little body I thought. I so wanted to fuck her but I didn’t. Finally, she opened her eyes. She was smiling and so was I. “You were perfect” I said. “Was I really?” she asked. I nodded and told her yes as I zipped up.