“Oh, he hits me much harder than that,” she said back at her husband, speaking her words slow and deliberate. “Much, much harder. But I don’t ...are, because it means he’s going to rape me. Rape me good, Clive. Rape me for hours.”He raised his hand as if to strike her again. His whole body was shaking. Was it rage, or something else? He lowered his arm.“That’s right, Clive. Don’t try to compete. You don’t compare, you pathetic wimp. You’re not even close.”His eyes started to fill with tears. He. .fuck meeeeee,” she squealed as her cunt contracted around Mal’s fist. And from nowhere she screamed so loud and stiffened her body as her eyes bulged out of her head.Pete had shoved two fingers into her tight ass and thought that he might have gone a bit too far when he heard her scream so loud. Mal turned and saw what had happened and then smiled at Pete and gave him a wink.Her body was still stiff and she wanted to relax but her orgasm was controlling her now. When Pete got the wink from Mal. " Then send her in."The sergeant stood aside and motioned for Rapunzel to enter the room. She walked in. The officer stood up. The sergeant shut the door."Well, young lady? You wanted to see me? Why?" I want to talk to Prince Johann, Sir." Prince Johann? He went missing months ago." And now he's back," Rapunzel retorted."Is he?" Yes. He's back and he's blind."The officer looked at Rapunzel quizzically."Is he now? You're sure of your facts?" Yes. Prince Johann is back in the Palace but he's. She noticed the nameplate on the dashboard, Peter Farrell. In profile, as she studied him, there was calm concentration as he shifted gears, making several turns. She thought he was about her age.The car stopped in front of a decrepit looking building, but there were no broken windows as many around it had. He came around and opened the door, and she got out, feeling somehow safe, unthreatened. He walked ahead of her to a door and opened it with a key from the same ring as the ignition. He held.