It still hurt, but the pain was beginning to melt into pleasure, her body betraying her as her rape continued, until she couldn’t help herself but t... cum on his intruding cock. She shivered, and thrashed, and shook, but she kept quiet, fearing his threat. She felt a hand around her neck, crushing her tracheae, and robbing her of her breath. The pressure built up in her, the inability to breathe magnifying the savagery of his thrusts, and she felt herself starting to cum again. She rode the wave. “There’s no need to say your sorry Mark. If you weren’t hard while looking at them it would mean your heart wasn’t beating anymore.” I quickly got up and started to walk out again, not because of the chores this time, but for the effect. The tiny skirt clinged perfectly to my tight body. My gathered blouse that I tied mid-abs and wore without a bra looked just as sexy. No curve, no appendage was hidden from his view. My nipples subtly screamed through the fabric. He noticed, believe me he. The poor woman returned to her normallife, with an unaffordable shopping habit, a poor self image and the earlysigns of bulimia. Her husband left her for a nice dumpy middle class girl, whofelt lucky to have him, was content with herself, and understood thelimitations of a modest income,( all the things she had been before theshow). Sittingalone in front of her computer some weeks earlier, the poor victim wasconducting a search for counselling advice. She fed depression into googgle andcame up. My cock was now starting to peek above the top of my speedo, and George noticed. He knelt in front of me and proceeded to lap at my exposed head while continuing to manipulate both nipples with his hands. Pat and Gary saw that George had gone to the next level and they moved forward with their desires. Pat grasped my face in both hands and dove his tongue into my mouth with great passion. Meanwhile, Gary spread my cheeks and started searching for my now pulsating pucker.This whole invasion must.