Of the passenger's side. Her uncle got out of the driver's side.I stood and waited for the pair to stand before me. I looked curiously at Hank Shelton.... Darla was dressed for rugged travel. Hank was dressed in a pair of old blue jeans and a flannel shirt. Old tennis shoes finished off his clothes."Well, Boy, I hear tell you're dragging my Darla off through a gate to another world?" the old man asked me."Yes, Sir. I have a gate not far from here. You seem to be taking this very matter of factly,. One lubed hand squeezes your cock and my slick finger slowly pushes into your ass, just the tip. I slide the head of your cock into your mouth as I let you get used to the sensation before I push some more. Is that okay? You seem too lost to hear me, but then breathe, yeah, Im good. As my finger enters I turn it up and find your prostate. I hit the spot and your cock oozes precum. I lick it up and you start to moan. I start to push in a second finger. This changes the sensation and adds a. "Oh, little girl, soon you'll be begging for something else."He gripped my head with his other hand and dragged me to my feet, my scream muffled as I scrunched up my face in pain. I stumbled as he dragged me behind him, my nails clawing at the firm grip he had on my hair. He pulled me out of the kitchen and into the living room, pausing suddenly as if he was in thought. He pulled harder against my hair, making a shrill muffled scream bubble out of my throat."Where is your room?"I shook my head,. She asked me questions about things I had done the previous year, about things I had said, about Tom. She wanted to know if I had been letting him fuck me. I said no. That immediately earned me another vicious swat with the tawse. Again she asked, and this time, I confessed. She wanted to know if I had him use me up the ass. I denied it and got yet another stroke. I confessed that Tom had been using me anally. She noted that down for future reference, as if that was another transgression that.