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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 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 you ate young lady" Isabelle looked indian 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? I could see my bra. She stood as Ethan smiled and indian said, “It’s all yours Me Lady. It was my attempt to washed, the cum scent from me. Her breasts heaved together. And the tingling grew and the sperm surged and fired again and again deep into her. "Don't you ladies have bathing suits? I told her I was not sure what you wanted but I thought or hoped I got it right. As he was getting dressed he told me his name was Butch, and that he was married. She was breathing hard, laying there with her legs still spread. You ok with that?” Hank said. “Really, it’s okay…” “Thank you Brandon.” Yeong smiled and sat up.