And yet, the nagging voice in my head asked whether her consent was real or imagined... had she ever explicitly asked for what I was doing to her? May...e the intensity of her struggles had been because she genuinely didn't want any part of this. And why would she? Most women wouldn't.I shook my head against the next thought; that many convicted r****ts, when asked about their crimes, honestly believed their victims had been willing participants, feigning resistance only because that was expected. And Mrs. O'Toole were creating a mini haunted house in the laundry room, with a mannequin's head painted to look like it had been decapitated from a body, a bowl of peeled grapes for eyeballs, and rubber bats and spiders hanging all around. Lisbeth, Josh, and Tessa were hanging streamers from walls and ceilings. I helped Mr. Navarrone get the drinks and ice set up, along with paper cups, napkins, and garbage baskets placed in the corners of the large room. Molly was in the kitchen getting. You feel the heat explode from your center and from your nipples, spreading waves of pleasure through your body. Shuddering, shaking, and quivering, your orgasm subsides and leaves you exquisitely sensitive all over. The feel of the air, the texture of the sheets, and the warmth of my skin on your skin is almost overwhelming.My fingers squeeze your nipples slowly but firmly, each squeeze registering in your clit where it ignites another after-shock that fans out through your body and leaves you. "Lulu continued looking out the window. "Yes, blowjobs." She shook her head slowly. "One does not shuffle off months and years of conditioning that easily, particularly when one's body simply cries out for it." I entered and sat down, taking in the familiar sounds and aromas. I was in my natural environment. I felt I could pick up a pad and take an order and no one would be the wiser." It sounds like you should have gone to work there," said Annabelle."Don't you see?" said Lulu. "It was ... too.