As she sat, she stage whispered "I don't know your name!"I think I recovered faster this time, and replied "Ann, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm ... ...onathon" That brought a giggle. When I was I kid, I hated be called Jonathon. Our third grade teacher had insisted on it, and she and I never saw eye to eye on anything. I sat, and signaled for a couple of menus.I felt lost for words for a few moments and then I realized there wasn't really any script. I just had to try and be myself, well a. I reached behind her to unsnap her bra to release her size 38 breasts. They were beautiful with hard nipples. She had to be as excited as I was. I could not resist the urge to let my tongue slowly lick her nipples.I knelt in front of her and reached up to pull her panties down. I unsnapped and removed her garter belt and shoes. I removed her stockings and couldn't resist the urge to place my cheek up against her soft skin. I was placing small kisses along her legs while rubbing them.“Kristen,. .oh...oh...ahhhh....oh....oh...OH! He came quickly and with each succeeding rape, her vagina got wetter and looser as it was packed with cum and her pussy lubricated in self-defense. They turned her over and with her upper body lying on the table and her feet on the floor, they raped her from behind.? Someone held her by the wrists and with her rapist?s hips pressed up against her buttocks she felt the heat and the pressure as one after another they took their turns violating her. She began. "No more of those toxic things in the kitchen. I want everything to be clean enough to eat off off. Hot water only," she said pointing at the pot of boiled water on the stove. I spent the four hours working harder than I'd ever had to work before. It was impossible to degrease the stove with hot water. I sweat over the stove with my rag, putting all my weight into the rag, trying to will the grease off. "This is ridiculous Marianne. I can't clean your stove without soap," I.