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Her whole body still hurt, the stinging between her legs making itself known massage with each new step. Upon approaching the front path, Phil elected to instead go straight past it, and brought them further, along to the alleyway cutting past the side of the house to the back garden. The majority of her tears were now gone from her face, but Phil was still very jumpy. Her morose manor would definitely set Sadie suspicious, and he was in no mood for trying to explain away anything tonight. He ushered her along the side of the garden, and then drew his jangling set of keys out. The back of the house was all in darkness, so he slipped the key into the lock as quietly as he could. The back door swung open and he stepped inside, quickly wiping his boots on the coarse mat and then helping Kiara come in behind him. Right after the very first night he’d ever raped her, he’d felt confident that she wouldn’t dare say anything to her mother. But even he knew that this evening had been a cut above what she had been dealt so far. He could still understand the reality of her physical and mental limits, and maybe this act of silence right now was just a build-up to her spilling everything, manically in one huge torrent as soon as she saw her mum. This was precisely the reason why he shuffled her unceremoniously through the kitchen and along the hallway to the bottom of the stairs, the sound of the television clearly audible through the shut door of the lounge. “Go on,” he whispered to her as he guided her around past the banister to the bottom step. “Go up and get some sleep. I’m going in to see your mum for a bit.” He stood anal behind her, trying to block her exit if she suddenly turned and made a dash for the lounge. But she just did what he said, with no resistance at all. Her obedience more worried than pleased him, and he watched her as she ascended. 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She shifted the plate down onto the floor and patted the newly vacant space next to her for him to seat himself down. With the sound of a tired sigh, he did so, and she quickly snuggled up against him, only seeming then to notice how loud the television was blaring. She lifted the control and lowered it a bit. “How did it go? Did Kiara come back with you?”She looked almost startled, as if he’d interracial just left her young daughter at the site overnight, and that he’d somehow walked home alone, leaving Terry to ferry her back later by himself. “Of course she did,” he answered incredulously and reached around to rub the back of his neck with his hand. “She’s gone up to bed. We sensual both of us came in the back way with our dusty things, that was all. You couldn’t even hear us with this racket on so loud.” He waved his hand towards the screen that was illuminating both their faces. 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