The hood came off. When I had gone to sleep, the last image I had seen was Rachel’s serene, ethereal face. The first thing I got to see this morning...was Tory’s insane grin. I spat at it. He cocked back a fist and broke my nose. The crack was like a gunshot, and blood splattered down my chest. “Give me a knife,” he told someone, who quickly handed him a large bowie knife. He tested the edge with his thumb, the grin never leaving his face. With his left hand, he reached down and yanked at the. You start to thrust and I gasp and squeal, muffling my voice with teddy and my thumb.You are so powerful and pound so hard I start to buckle and collapse onto the bed. You follow me down and your weight is on me, around me, I am slipping into subspace as you pound me into the mattress. I struggle to think, thoughts disappear as I hear your breathe hard, calling me names. I lose all sense and slip away, totally consumed by the cock in my pussy, the power thrusting into me, the feeling of being. Typical!" How do you come to that conclusion? I'm pretty sure she would have got pregnant in a more traditional way. Why do you think she's a lesbian?" Well you never see any man visiting. The only regular visitor you ever see is a dark haired girl, maybe a few years younger than her who arrives sometimes. And they greet each other with big hugs and kisses, quite brazenly for all to see, on the front porch. It's very distasteful. Sometimes her parents visit, I feel so sorry for them, they look. Damon opened his eyes and observed June groggily."June, what are you doing here?" asked a confused Damon."Time for some physio, Damon" June answered, flinging her coat open.Damon drank in the body he had imagined so many times. June's perfect upturned breasts swung free before his unsteady eyes. Generously puffed nipples bobbed enticingly before him."June, what the hell? I don't even think I could, if I wanted to." Damon confessed."Don't worry you will, even if it kills you" June laughed, her.