“Certainly, Chris,” the boy replied. XXX She felt violated. “Good job, Mike,” the boy said. Then she gathered her belongings and got dressed. How could Michael betray me? She was at loss of words. She spotted him sitting on a large rock next to an oak. Look, the little bitch is wet! Cathie didn’t want to see. His arms raised into the air as he removed his shirt. He grabbed her panties from the side and wiped up the blood that was on her thigh. Look, the little bitch is wet! They can let me go now. “Please,” Cathie cried, “Look, you’ve hurt me now, please, let me go.”
“Shut up, bitch,” Chris smiled.
