She had been forced, after all. She had done nothing tonight of her own free will.But then why had she enjoyed it so much?She had been forced to give ...n, through drugs and threat of blackmail, and through bondage, but she hadn't been forced to enjoy it! No, that had come from some deep dark pit in her inner soul. Shame was not an adequate word to describe her feelings. Shame and confusion. Joy and humiliation, rage and happiness an mixed up together. Ralph would have referred to such a. She knew it had been to long. She stood. Thinking of Mark taking her from behind, with hard blows from his hand coming down on her backside. Grabbing her hair, and pulling her head up to his mouth. Calling her a whore. Shane turned on the shower and stripped her clothing and stepped into the hot stream of water. She covered her hands in soap and began roaming them all over her body. Across her breasts. Down her stomach. Finally touching what needed touching. The soft feel of her hairless pussy. “I’m alright for now.”“If you change your mind, I can have something brought up in a moment,” she reminds him. “Now I know you were expecting something more formal, but I’m going to have to insist we’re get even more casual.”Townsend swallows nervously. “W-what do you have in mind?”“Well, I don’t suppose you brought a bathing suit with you,” she says.Townsend shakes his head.“That’s alright,” Beatrix reassures at him with a new kind of smile. It is almost predatory. “Just go in that room and. My tongue mashes your nipples up against my palette as I suck. You get very wet, I feel your wetness as you rub my cock with your pussyWith your arms around my neck your pussy begins to push, and slides onto my cock.... going down, then waiting before coming up. We both like it. you like being filled, I like your pussy swallowing my cockI continue to suck your nipples quite wall and soon you cum. Your wetness coating my cock, and dripping on my balls.We get up to go in kitchen, where I take a.