"I have been good," I protested. "What can I do to prove it to you? I'll do anything." "Anything?" she asked. "Yes." "Then get ready for bed," she sai.... "It's a good thing I came prepared." I quickly changed into my pajamas while Janine went into the bathroom. "Are you ready?" she asked from behind the bathroom door. "Then lie down on the bed and close your eyes. And don't you dare open them until I tell you to. And don't move." I heard the door open and her feet pad across the floor, and. He loved a nice tight ass around his hard cock. He then began fucking her fast and hard and pounding her ass. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them as he fucked her. He was fucking her hard when he then shoved three fingers into her wet cunt and began finger fucking her as he ass fucked her ramming both holes with no mercy. She wanted man cock and she was getting it. He had great stamina and he was going to show her how men fucked ass and pussy. He ass fucked and finger fucked her cunt for a. It was both heartwarming and painful, as it reminded me of what Violet had set up after I was bitten by Brant. I tried not to dwell on the bad memories; instead, seeing this as an affirmation that they were not as angry as I thought. I was also thankful that both girls had decided to remain somewhat clothed. I laid back down and tried to let myself fall back asleep, but a part of me worried that I would end up in yet another memory of that bastard.It took me a bit of time, but I once again fell. Then he said, "Now, this is the best part." Moments later, Madeline began to gurgle.My legs still worked. My hips still worked. He hadn't broken me there yet. A small shift of my hips. A roll. Then a sharp upward kick, right there between his legs.My heel struck something hard. A cup? He laughed and swung at me knee. A glancing blow. I rolled. "Fucking bitch!"I rolled more, over my shoulder and onto my feet. I stood and glanced around. The Painter was done raping Madeline. He squatted – his.