She groaned when his cock entered her. It felt large inside her. He started slowly but soon he was pounding her. With the force of his fucking and his... weight atop her, his finger felt even bigger and sharper and deeper in her ass. She pounded him back with all she had, matching him stroke for stroke and grunt for grunt, and the double penetration made her feel like she didn’t know if she was going to come or shit. But she did know one thing: This was the most-fucked she had ever been. The bed. Questions, inquiries she would never have posed to Claude or Zack, rebelled against her better judgment; the last thing she wanted to do was give Sawyer more information about herself. Despite his assurances and gifts, she wouldn't- couldn't risk being hurt more.But answers could help her escape."Why does he call you 'Sauce'?" she asked. That's safe enough."Zack?" Sawyer brushed his bangs aside and settled back. "Well, he started doing it when we were kids. You ... probably don't remember the. I shouldn't have. But I did. I am sorry for that," I said before pausing. "So you did not enjoy it? Are you saying you don't want to be with me that way again?" Bryan responded, his voice quaking slightly as he struggled with his emotions. He was feeling an enormous sense of rejection at this moment. I wanted to hold him, hug him, comfort him, but he was driving and I could do none of those things. I considered for a moment that if we were not traveling at 75 mile per hour on Interstate 40 at. "Oh, hi, this is Kayla Thorpe, you saved my daughter and me in the park today. I got your name from the police and your father gave me your cell number. I hope you don't mind me calling. I don't know how I could ever th-th-thank you enough," she managed to say as she broke down in sobs."You just did," I said soothingly. "How's your little girl?"She had regained her composure somewhat, "Emma's fine. It happened so quickly she didn't have much of a chance to get scared. I kept her from looking.