Susan moved more freely now during intercourse and experimented with expressing her pleasure more vocally. I had admitted it was stimulating for me to...know how good it felt for her.... especially when giving oral. Outside of the bedroom, we stepped out as a couple.We would go for walks, shoot some hoops, go workout at the rec center, go to the movies, she taught me how to cook better, and we even went camping one weekend. It was early November and our Thanksgiving break was just a few weeks. Suddenly wasn’t so sure she could take it. Crack. Same spot, low and wicked. Crack. Crack. The first one was across the center of her ass, the second low--lower even than the one before--cracking into the top of her thighs. She cried out again, louder. Another car drove by. She didn’t care. Her world shrunk down to his belt and her ass. Him and her. Crack. The pain of her ass filled her. White pain, pure and beautiful. She realized she wanted more. Arched up for him. Crack. Low again. She. I had to get a coach home because my destination was hundreds of miles from Heathrow. There were two queues and as I shivered in one I became aware of a woman about my age in the other. Every time I looked at her she was looking at me and it turned into a game, with her averting her eyes a nanosecond too late and finally smiling because the game was up. In a few seconds we had established we were interested in each other.She was wearing a cheap white fur coat and her hair was straight, silky. She was the only woman he knew that would've ever had the nerve to bring a thing like this to life.She must have been in terrible pain, both physically and mentally from the brute piercing her and the guilt that pulsed through her.Franklin Barker knew that he was responsible for that guilt. Her mind conceived of the one thing that he would never have been able to grant her.He thought he was the type of man who complemented her perfectly as a mate. He really tried to give her anything she.