They love it whenever one of her big nipples pokes their eyes. This is her first experience with being raped, and she hates it because it is nothing l...ke her fantasies. She actually enjoys being submissive to her lovers, but she hates these monsters, and being raped is ridiculous. She has absolutely no control over where or in what position she gets fucked, no matter how uncomfortable or painful it is for her, for how long, which of her holes they use, whether they do the action or she is. She was, of course, used to the tightness of a bra but never anything that covered her whole chest area down to her waist. She stood in front of the mirror for a while looking at herself. Sometimes she turned from side to side before standing with her back to the mirror and looking round. She had to admit that the black and mauve lacy garment looked good on her. It also felt good. She put on her stockings next. They were something that she rarely wore even though Neil had asked her many times.. I thought I'd better bring him up here to get your okay. You never come down to see us! Oh, and these are our best friends, Debra and Griff; they've just got engaged as well, so we're planning a double wedding sometime next year." Hi, folks," I said looking at them through Billie's mop of auburn hair as best I could. "It would be easier to shake you fiancé's hand, if I was standing up, Billie, and besides I think he's looking a bit jealous," I pointed out.Billie rolled off of me, then her. The Monday evening phone calls became a ritual, always coming a few minutes past nine. We talked about things we had heard from home or something about our classes, never anything more serious. I loved to hear her laugh at my jokes. We would arrange to meet the following day for me to deliver her mail. I began to look forward to the calls. One Monday night I found her in a corner of the library, surrounded by stacks of books. I went over to tell her the letter from Bertha had arrived. ‘So you.