"This is what you wanted the minute your mom first brought me home Holly. And I promise I'm going to take it any time I want, every time I want" he said grunting teens hard as he raped her against the wall only a short time after raping her over the back of the sofa. One time between strokes he pulled her away from the wall long enough to pull the belt over her breasts and tighten it behind her back trapping her breasts under the one inch wide leather belt directly over her nipples. The minute he had it lined up he once again shoved her against the wall. He pulled the belt as tight as he could through the buckle amateurs and cinched it as tight tugging the end the opposite direction. He even managed to find a rhythm of shoving her hard against the wall with his hips then jerking with both blowjob hands back on the belt on the out stroke. Her grunts, cries and squeals told him it hurt and exited him like never before. "This is what you want Holly, what you and your mom know you deserve, this is very special Holly" he grunted into her ear realizing for the first time in his life how much he enjoyed controlling and hurting his sexual partner. It was an arousal like he had never experienced before and he knew he wanted more. _________________ As Sammi stood there all but frozen Joseph took a quick shower, which was the norm for him as to him time was money especially in the middle of drive time. While Joseph showered Sammi fought her own inner fears. Was Joseph another predator like Roger? Why did he get a a room with a bed. She felt every ounce of her being on edge. She heard the water running and struggled to push memories of the things Roger did to her out of her mind. She was startled back to the present when the steady sound of water running turned off with the squeak of the bathtub faucet. She then heard the shower curtain rings scrape across the shower rod. Joseph was singing one of the country and western songs he had played in the truck just a tiny bit off key. Suddenly she heard the bathroom door knob turn and the door open and steam escape the bathroom into the motel room. She held her breath, tensing her entire body in preparation of being physically group attacked like Roger did so many times. But in an almost singing tone Joseph sang out, "Your turn." He walked into the room quickly but not on a direct line towards Sammi. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist so his upper torso was bare as were his legs. Her body was tensed as tight as could be but college he didn't get within three feet of her. She was alarmed that he was coming at her but he carefully sat on the corner of the bed to give her room to pass to walk to the bathroom. She was hardly breathing waiting to be grabbed, pinned on the bed and raped but it didn't happen. Her thoughts and fears were interrupted by Joseph's voice, "Are you going to take a shower Sammi? Quickly, he stood, went to the side of the gurney once more and grabbed her by the far shoulder and her hips, and in a smooth, quick motion rolled the 43-year-old’s bloated corpse onto its blowjob stomach. “Totally right. The girls group should have some time to get used to this college place before you start poking and prodding them.” Even the RA is turned." So, you need teens less military waist and more natural resources, like the brain power your waist with ass hole professors that can’t see past their own pay checks, instead of helping your young they are intimidating them. I thought we talked about amateurs this.” She felt so nice. “Taste me baby.” Today at home everything was routine and we met Kendra at the mall this morning, where she walked in with us. “Don’t you dare!” She scolded. His cock nudged me again. I reached down a spread her labia with the barrel of the gun, smiling , i told her this one was for Ming. He went on, recklessly. This felt like the culmination of it, building over the last few months until our school was ready to witness me losing my virginity to my brother. I soon was able to tell them apart because of that. As she was heading down the hall just before she got to the room, Trish Collins walked past her. Why was I feeling sorry for her? After breakfast Olivia and I cleaned up the kitchen and then headed out to our respective activities. The final thing to do was to put a blue shroud over the 25-year-old’s nude, stitched up corpse.