He was bouncing me up and down on the bed with my torn dress piled up around my waist. My tits were bouncing up and down and the headboard was slammin...g into the wall.His hands moved up and down my body quickly feeling everything that he could. What a sight it must have been. The pain had stopped and the feelings of him forcing me to have sex began to warm up the insides of my body. I didnt want to feel what I felt, but he had not given me a choice. My cries of pain turned to small moans. I had. “Can you make out anything different?” Monty asked me, his voice containing a little boyhood glee as he directed his question to me.I looked. The frame showed the centre of the village. More specifically it showed Maket’s hut and where he normally sat in front of it, by the central hearth. I scanned the image closely. The hut looked a little larger than I remembered it, but that wasn’t what Monty was trying to get me to see. What was staring me in the face was the fact that the log that Maket. Why had I not considered it before? Inviting Elizabeth to help in the training. Who better. That definitely needs some more thought. Just then, number 12 returned, looked to elizabeth and said “all ready”. There was a bit of unsteadiness in her voice and she looked at her with glassy eyes, as if to silently say “don’t leave me”. Even better. She is now looking at Elizabeth as her savior. This will turn out well with time.Elizabeth got in the car and drove off. I escorted number 12 to the. We asked this black...kind of chunky 40 something man to go over to the woman's section to help me pick out some clothes. We discreetly walked into the changing room and I had this stranger stand up on the seat in the changing room. That way you can only see 1 pair of legs. I reached up and started plying and pinching his nipples. Shhhhhhhh I told him as he started to moan while I was playing with his nipples. He took of his pants and I sat on the changing room bench. He was turning around so I.