Rape Machine Page 17
"I'll give you a ride," Clark insisted.
His hand was tight around her arm. There was something in his manner that told her he wanted to make love with her ó he would, make love with her if she went in his car. Mom would see it, Mom would know it. Mom couldn't stop her from dreaming, Mom couldn't tell when she only let men play with her, but ó "I can't, Clark. My mother is staying with us. She ó "
Clark was opening a large paper bag. She glanced at the mouth of the bag to see what it contained and knew for a moment it contained a darkness in which she was with Clark in his car parked somewhere, his hands on her naked breasts, his cock thrusting into her ...
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