"I don't like it, it's icky." It's not icky, it makes you look very pretty."The child's face tensed as her lips became thinner, a sure sign shewasn't ...t all pleased with the idea of the nightgown. "I don't want tolook pretty."Tonya sighed. The battle from the night before was about to begin anewand she doubted she had the strength. "You can't go downstairs or out toplay with Cynthia wearing nothing but your undies, so for now you willjust have to wear it, whether you like it or not."The child. The snow continued to fall. Her eyes fluttered from flake to flake, as they danced in the light of the street lamp. It shined into the window, and bounced half-hazardly around the room. She slithered her arm across his chest and under his bedsheets. Grabbing his shoulder, she gently suggested for him to roll toward her. Maybe if he was on his side he’d quit snoring. Without words, she pulled at his heaving chest. And, to her delight, he began to move. He breathed in deep as he settled back. ” Her jaw was open once more, her face a picture of surprise and perhaps shock, she asked about how did they dispose of the remains without upsetting authority, and he laughed saying he would tell her one day “but there were ways and means.” He then asked if “she was still interested in that k9 stuff still or had she the wish to see the back of this dirty minded old butcher? He kissed her again and her questions melted as it had on previous occasions when he had kissed her. She stroked the. ...,” I gasped, the breath taken out of me as a fist plunged deeply into my already thoroughly used cunt. The single fist then fucked me with the same metronomic precision that appeared to be a trait of my defiler. I panted and wheezed. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to build again, this time my bladder let go as the relentless fist drove deep into my bulging birth canal. I squirted uncontrollably as I descended over the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm. I could feel wetness all down my thighs.