Ravaging her rosebud. Banging herbullseye. Penetrating her pucker. Screwing her up the butt, for goshsakes. Cat fought back against the unthinkabl... awfulness of such anevent. He couldn't allow himself to be taken from behind. To have hisbackdoor entered. To let Mocker go in the out door. And so on. Exceptthat the more he resisted, the more he wanted and needed and craved it.Oh no. The Mocker's improbably effective hypnosis/mind-control/mentalmanipulation obviously involved turning the. Vicky also knew better than to disturb the man during his work. The night of the attack had made thatpainfully obvious. Anyway, she had a mountain of marking in her good arm so had little time to go socialising.She entered her own lab where fortunately, the door had a flip-down lever handle so she could operate it with her butt. The bundle of papers flopped onto her desk and she set to marking the students work. It was dark when she had finished. She secured the papers in her safe then. “I’ll pit the call through, uncle. The number is in my phone.”She was swiftly ringing the Robertson number. As soon as she got through, she was speaking. “Sidra, get your mother to come to the phone. Also, we need someone to come with a car to pick us up. Reg is not too good, so needs a lift. Thanks.”She turned back to Mr Robson, and handed him her phone, so he could speak with Jessica. She moved her attention to Mrs Robson.“Okay, Auntie. Car being arranged. Anything else?”They went off with. I did as she commanded and spun round between her legs facing one of the most magnificent sights that I have ever seen, this heavenly bodied angel, lying there, legs spread wide with now solid drops of wax covering the length of her upper body. I moved in closer, bent forward and placed a gentle kiss on those inviting pussy lips.There was a sigh of anticipation from her, but suddenly she screamed, stop being so fucking gentle, fuck me like your own private whore! I didn’t, I just straightened.