Chapter 7

The morning sun was seeping through the bedroom window as the sweat soaked Susan Andrews gradually surfaced from her exhausted and restless sleep, feeling drowsy and with a pounding headache, along with an aching body and dry mouth. The first thoughts of Susan were that she surely must have the flu and that she needed aspirin and a glass of water, before realising that unusually for her, she was naked in her bed. Only then did memories of the previous night came flooding back to Susan Andrews, with an image she would never in her life forget, that of a sixteen year old naked youth lying comfortably beside her in her own bed.

Now the following morning, the horrified Susan Andrews realised she must have fallen asleep in the strong young arms the sixteen yea old Tommy Hall, who from the moment her son Tim first invited home to introduce him to his Mother, had terrified Susan like never before, when with a suddenly racing heart, she had watched Tommy’s piercing staring eyes locking into her own, before looking down directly at her curvy body, undressing her with his piercing eyes, eyes telling Susan he wanted her and that he was going to have her.

Yesterday and last night the sixteen years old youth had done exactly that and much, much more and the last thing Susan could now recall before falling asleep, was of Tommy Hall not only laying beside her, but that she was actually cuddling up alongside him with her head resting on his young firm chest, with her hand gripping Tommy’s large semi erect cock as she smiled toward the smartphone on the end of the selfie stick the youth was pointing toward them both.

This image was one Susan would surely never forget, because she was, for all the world to see, thoroughly enjoying herself with ... the sixteen years old Tommy Hall ... a name Susan Andrews would never forget, any more than the threat of Tommy that her entire familty would be in danger, should she be ‘stupid enough’ to betray ‘her new owner’ ... as Tommy had described himself ... to anyone.

An image now firmly imprinted into the mind of Susan Andrews, that of her son Timmy’s teenage friend, who in any just world would already be rotting behind bars after she’d watched the police dragging Tommy Hall from her home, when having drugged her, mercilessly beaten her, humiliated, threatened and raped her during hours and hours of sheer terror. A terror ending only sometime during the night, when Tommy Hall must have slipped from the naked arms of Susan Andrews to disappear as suddenly as he’d arrived.

Although not before Tommy had taken that horrifying very damaging selfie of himself and the smiling Susan, naked in bed together, although as Susan now realised, this was far from a just world, not when the safety of yourself and your family are at stake, when the horrendous events of the previous day paled into insignificance when compared to a future without her family. That fear alone was enough for Susan not to involve the police when she only too aware that because of those damming photos, she’d have to prove Tommy Hall had been the aggressor and instigator. Not when having spilt Tommys semen from her mouth onto the bed sheets and even more from between her pussy lips and so rather than making a complaint, the first thoughts of Susan were of the need for to change the sheets in her own and her sons bedroom, before he arrived home with his father from his junior golf tournament.