The tears came again.
How pathetic. How sad....but they came again. Sneaking upon her in the dead of the night.
She emerged from her covers wrecked with cold sweat and sick on the stomach. And with pain in her backside and feminine core.
Brother Memphis was a cruel lover. He delighted in the flesh overmuch, putting teeth and penial to it in a fury that apparently left many of the women in the Brotherhood quite uninterested in sharing his company of their own free volition, but he seemed to like it even more when they resisted, because then...well most of the women had always tried to steer clear of his lust.
Feeling foolish Ann couldn't understand why she had sought it out.
Sought out this pain. She felt no better for it. Instead she bleed outside and deep inside remembering how she h
