But he never once hit her. She almost wished that he did she thought a bit twistedly. It’d make it easier to resent the things he did to her. Plus she kind of liked the rougher stuff, she had hated it at the time but now she found it hard to cum without being choked, and she always came the hardest right before she would black out. Being restrained was also something she needed, the way she felt when she was utterly helpless, she yearned for it. She knew she shouldn’t but wanted it all the same. She knew she was messed up, she shouldn't want these things. But when she was helpless and in pain, at least she felt something. Everything else was numb. Well, except for the hunger pains as another shot through her like a lightning bolt. She knew she needed to find something to eat, but it was mid afternoon, it would be hours before a charity soup van would be out. As Hardcore she dragged herself to her feet, she despondently decided that Mark was the only option. She made her way down the small back alleys, a familiar path for her, the main streets she received stares. No, backstreets were just easier, she dismissed the notion. On this day however she was lucky. There was a bakery driver pulled up in the side street, taking a break it seemed. He drove a white van and he was lightly snacking on some pastry. As she approached, she sized him up as he did her. He spoke first, cutting the quiet of the backstreet. "When was the last time indian you ate young lady" Isabelle looked at her feet. "Two days ago I believe", she managed to mumble out. "Come then, stop a moment and I will feed you, as long as you can speak clearly and answer my questions" He offered. Questions? Isabelle thought, how bad could that be? Certainly not as bad as seeing Mark, nor as degrading. So she nodded to signal her agreement, and he opened up a side door to his van, the contents hidden from her view due to the angle. He pulled out two trays, the first full of hot food. Sausage rolls, Pasty's and Pies filled the tray. The second was filled by danishes, apple cakes and other sweet foods from a bakery. She gripped it in her right Hardcore hand then carefully licked the end of it. I tossed her panties onto the chair cushion she had been on and followed her. From what scientist discovered there are millions of alien species. And one of the guys at the party told him that she was a tornado in bed. She bobbed her head up and down his dick. Look at that sweet little ass. Her whole body tensed up, but he continued his attention. She finally opens a small study room, which is usually for pupils with a free indian period, and moves to another door at the back of the room. One at a time until you are much older.” I chose bras that are more like tiny string bikini tops but made of very thin, see-through mesh. “Mmm, eat all that yummy spunk out of me!” I moaned, the incestuous thrill rippling through me. “Ooh, Mommy, you love it! It was his fault my washing was soaked. It was just large enough to distend her fuckhole a bit, and make it feel mostly full. “We don’t come from the mortal realm, we come from the earth, from nature. I don't know what to do with you, Delilah.” She bolted to her feet, holding my panties up for all to see. "No, you're not!" "No, Laura."