.. well ... no. I guess not.” She said with a soft sigh.“Does she have beautiful breasts like these?” I asked as I slid my hand beneath her silk... top and let my fingers play over her warm young tit-flesh. I could hear her breathing becoming shallower as I squeezed and fondled her firm budding tits.“I ... I don’t know ... I think her boobs are a little smaller than mine.” I withdrew my hand from beneath the top of her satin teddy and with the tip of my forefinger resting between her breasts; I. To make matters worse, it is harder to properly terrorize a girl who has agreed that she is willing to be raped.Although it was a huge legislative battle, the dwindling supply of children led to the most controversial law ever enacted by a modern democratic society: Parents could arrange to have a daughter raped even without her consent.I am Carl, a paid rapist. I am paid by parents to rape their daughters.Girls growing up were vaguely aware that someone like me might arrive to ravish them in. "Ah, don't fuss! Soon we shall be doing things to you to make you wish I was still stroking you. We have such delicious ways to play with your most sensitive bits!"The women snickered in aroused delight.She kept going until his struggling settled down to more subdued sobbing. His limbs still twitched and shook with her fingers exploring the hyper-sensitive cock. Then finally she relented, releasing the still rock-hard organ.The grinning women traded looks. Caressing the shivering mess of a boy. Ammu was very upset with her fathers’ news and was most of the time crying and I was trying my best to console and give her positive thoughts and strength. Most of the time she had rested her head on to my shoulders and some times when some thoughts were disturbing her she hugged me tight and cried.I also rubbed her back and comforting her. Some times when I was doing so I was getting bit sexually high and I was finding it difficult to control my such thoughts. I was also feeling very bad and.