His rough hand wrapped itself around her neck. He pulled her close to him. She could feel the heat of his body and smell the stench of battle on him. ...‘You’re my bitch now,’ he whispered into her ear. Elizabeth was unable to explain it, but a surge of excitement came over her at his rough touch. Her words stumbled and she repeated, ‘I am Elizabeth…Countess of the castle.’ The captain stood in front of her, his rough hands grabbed the front of her gold dress and ripped it open. Her big breasts. For her part, she made a show of getting fresh beers frequently. Each, however, she would take a careful sip from and conveniently lose.As the evening wore on, the party mellowed out and the group sat around telling ghost stories. Judith tipped her head against Wayne’s shoulder and looked up at him.“I think I’ve had too much to drink,” she said. “I’m feeling rather squiffy.”“Oh god!” he answered, suddenly alert to her needs and remembering how many beers he’d seen her open. “Is there anything I. “Look, I’m fourteen years old, and you know that boys my age have certain needs. Right now, I need some porno mags. I can walk in there myself and hope that I don’t get thrown out or beaten up or arrested. Or, being the great bodyguard and good friend that you are, you can go in there for me and get me some supplies.”There was still fight in his eyes, but his reply was unexpected. “How about this instead? I take you home, and we act like this conversation never happened. And the guys in the car. He lifts Emma on it, pulling her panties down and off in the process. She leans back, lifts her dress for Donald, and spreads her thighs wide. Donald’s pants and boxers down around his ankles, he crawls up between her legs and directs his hard cock into Emma’s dripping, sticky, and waiting vagina. She cries as she feels Donald, so up in her now.Both now on the car hood, still warm from driving, Donald pounds into Emma over and over. His fingers find her clit to rub and squeeze it to add to.