My softly toned body, slight abs barely visible and small b cup breasts that I thought were perfect for my body type. “I wish you let me pay for the... surgery” he mutters as his hands begin to work the buttons of his own shirt. I looked at the ground as I heard his words, he always had a way of building me up and crashing my confidence within the space of moments, my breasts were often a point of ridicule when he was in a particularly cruel mood, often he would tell me how nicer my grandmothers. Shaking almost invisibly, her layers of white flesh acting as shock berakers on the cold hard steel. Harry's kinky revenge fantasy - that revived every time he thought about what the farmer's wife had done to him for weeks, without retaliation - was kindled when he looked at her, lying there on a roster. He had taken a bunch of candles from a cupboard in the farmhouse and had turned the farmer's wife on her painful back, with some trouble because of her enormous weight. He had spread her. After a while, customers also began depositing their shit on her helplessnaked body. Poor Sarah was degraded utterly as the shit mixed with the slimystuff already sticking to her face and body. Then, on a signal from the senior policeman, the crowd turned really nasty.They began by picking up dirt and loose earth, and throwing it at her faceand body. "How do you like that, bitch?" they shouted at her mockingly. "Enjoyingyourself, cunt?" Then the senior policeman bent down towards her, a glass. Tanya didn't have any particular vices. She like the bottle occasionally, but not excessively so and didn't use it as an escape. She never touched drugs and her arms and legs were completely clean of needle marks. Really there was little or no reason why she couldn't just call it quits on the street and resume a normal life. It was just habit that kept her there. Like me she lived pretty much in the 'now' of the moment and she just didn't worry too much about the future. She could see the.