" I said hopefully.She cocked her head to one side, thought about it and put two fingers in her pussy bringing them out coated with her slick juice, l...aning forward she moved to my cock. I moved my hand and she coated my cock. The feel of her hand on my dick making it twitch. She did this three times till I was slick with her juice then went back to fingering her self.I started stroking again, her cunt juice making my hand slide much easier. She was beginning to breath harder and I could feel. While it was sparse, it did not require her to do much. A little cleaning and cooking, but she did have a roof over her head and a meager meal to eat. She had read in the paper that there were large numbers of people that did not have either, and it was getting worse. The orphanage did educate her, but did little to provide her with the necessary skills to survive in the world she knew little of. Sarah was summoned to the head of the orphanage. Mr. Smith had been the head of the orphanage for. Her body was damp with sweat from her struggles. Her chest was heaving from her exertion. Her face didn’t look lovely however. It was contorted in anger because she was mad as hell.“Wait until we get downstairs, you bastard. My mother will call the police and have them cart you away,” she barked.“Now, Julie, that’s no way to talk to the man who’s fucked you so nicely,” I said.I threw her over my left shoulder and started downstairs, but I’d only taken a step before I decided a little. I gently massaged her side boobs and her waist area on the sides and then slid down her bikini bottom to massage.Her bubble butts looked like they are set free from a tight cage.The bruises on her butt made it more attractive.I felt like bruises in BDSM are just like love bites in sex, both of them are romantic and exotic.I slapped her butt gently with my oily hands and started massaging them.They are like my stress balls.Both our stress were being released from our bodies.I was feeling so.