Seth pulled back slowly, gently sucking her lip. ‘I think we should go to your place and work on my ankle some more,’ she said. ‘That might be a... good idea. Can you drive?’ ‘Yes, just help me to my vehicle.’ She followed him to his apartment, her heart beating in her ears. She hadn’t been this nervous or excited in years, yet she felt something inside that made her warm all over. He pulled into the curb and she parked beside him. Seth approached and she opened her door. ‘You’ll have to unlock my. Over her nipples, down her stomach between her legs coating her pussy. Her face, hair and finally her mouth fills with my juices. Every inch of her body receives a full dose of my warm golden liquid.Looking up at me with a smile as the final drops fall onto her face. Covered in my pee, dripping from her body as her hand falls from my cock. For several seconds I stand there not knowing what to do. Should I ask her to pee on me? "Return the favor" I didn't want that ... I had no interest in that,. The blouse and skirt were ruined but at least she could wear her underclothes. Getting them on was agony because every movement brought fresh pain from the raised weals lacing her buttocks and upper thighs. She found a filthy blanket in one corner of the cell and wrapped it round her to protect her injuries from the gritty concrete floor.But worse than the physical pain was remembering the things they had already done to her?and imagining what they would do next. Tears trickled down her cheeks. ' 'It looks like he came on to you' said Trish looking at the white sticky patch in her hair. Sarah flushed. 'I started it.' 'Oh I bet you did. How long ago?' Sarah looked down at the horrible sage carpet. 'Three weeks.' 'And how many time since then have you...' 'This is...would have been, the fourth time.' 'You little slut!' Sarah started to cry but Trish didn't care. 'You've been knocking off your best friend's middle aged, pot bellied, hairy barely hygienic father. What would.