Once they were both in the kitchen alone, all the trapped, helpless feelings of terror returned to Lynn. How can he keep manipulating these situations...for his own evil purposes. After the dishes had been placed on the worktop Steve approached Lynn, easily cupping her sodden panty covered pussy, under her dress, the fear and helplessness in her eyes confirming she didn't possess the will or energy to defend herself against any demands he might make of her. He could see before him a woman crushed. Claire had done marathons before, though she wasn't in shape for one now. She could feel the burn that had replaced the feeling of invincibility in her muscles. Her body was telling her she was, after all, human, and that she was stressing things too much.The desire to be better than this young man overcame her common sense, and she lengthened her stride again, running what she considered to be "fast" now, to leave him behind.But he stayed right with her.Now she abandoned even caution, running. The front helm of her dress hiked up to her thighs and her powder blue boxer underwear could be seen by both Matt and Jim. “Now, this is what your dear Charlotte is wearing all day? Really? Boxer panties? I hate those and I wouldn’t put them under Abby’s skirts as they take away all the sexiness. Little girls should wear the regular triangular panties” said Matt disappointingly. “I agree. I’m surprised that all the girls in the orphanage are provided with this type of boxer underwear. Probably. She screamed again when he sucked the ring from that nipple and again he moved up and spit it in her face. He then bent down, pushed higher and fucked her as hard as he could, and without mercy. “Yes mother fucker! Fuck me you bastard!” He started sucking at her neck. Right at the sweet spot.If she had stopped cumming at any point, neither of them would have been able to tell because she was coming now. She savagely bit down on his shoulder. Biting hard and now it was his turn to yell. “Yes you.