.??Don't interrupt. I used to dream about making love to you. Now I've got the chance.??This isn't making love. It's rape,? said Amna with a show of d...fiance. She turned her tear streaked face up to his.Stephen slapped her face. She stumbled sideways with the blow. ?Don't be so stupid, girl. Your mistress has given permission so it's not rape.?Amna put her hand to her cheek. ?I haven't given permission and I don't want you taking me up my bum,?Steven slapped her other cheek. ?I see what your. ‘You’re blushing again.’ He gave her quick kiss. ‘You can say anything – you can do anything – you want to when we’re making love. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.’ She had ducked her face down against his chest. Putting his finger under her chin, he raised her head up. ‘Didn’t you like it? I thought you wanted me to go ahead and put my finger in you.’ ‘I did….really I did. It felt good – it made me want you even more. I even wondered how it would feel if it was your prick fucking my. I could feel her erect nipples against my skin, as my breathing came up and I began to moan softly. Then Cecilia backed off, gliding her fingers down the outside of my labia, lower towards my butthole. I was so wet everywhere that they slid freely. For an instant I was disappointed. Then she started again and I felt the orgasm building slowly once more. This time my breathing was more out of control, the rising and falling off my chest flowing with a quiet desperation to climax. Her finger. My relationship with Jack was, from the beginning, an open and honest one. It was about more than just sex, but I must admit, the sex sure was hot. I could tell him anything, and he could do the same. Whether it was him letting me know just how he liked his cock sucked, or me admitting that I liked a little spanking and light bondage, the honesty really made our sex life great. The one thing I could never tell him, was about my fantasy of getting drugged and raped. I don’t know why- maybe I was.