17 June 2007Chapter 2
Karen sat on the same picnic bench, waiting for John and Hilda’s arrival. She adjusted her low top to reveal more tit than she should and pulled her short skirt above her waist. Her pose allowed men or women passing by to view her bare pussy and only covered up if children came near. It was strange that she would hide the evolving bruises around her neck and wrists from her family yet would let them show for John and Hilda. If any man had stopped to talk and offered her to go for a drink and...