..I swallowed deeply, struggling to emerge fromthe denial......raped me.I put the plated salads in the fridge, only now realising I was crying.My tear... were not of sadness. But an anger that, as well as hurting me,I had allowed my assailant into my mind. Allowed the fear he had createdto keep me prisoner in my own home. Not anymore, I vowed. Not anymore.And poor Steve......Steve.........Stephanie, I smiled.......PoorStephanie had entered my world at just the wrong time. Unlucky, girl. Ihope you. .. you really embarrassed her." Don't you mean she embarrassed herself?" That's the way we see it. Not the way she does. Whit, may I offer you some advice?" Sure. I'm not getting a great deal that is particularly helpful," he smiled, as he talked into the receiver."Bury the hatchet. I can tell Rachel is still hung up on you. If you make nice with her, she may at least confirm where your man is." I guess I could do that. I mean as long as she's on her best behavior." I'm sure she'll be. I have. “Stupid bitch.” He pushed her head down again. “Just watch the TV and sit still.”“That’s my mom’s champagne,” Chad realized what bottle Paul had.“Oh, sorry.” Paul simply shrugged while tipping it up so some would pour into Casey’s bowels. She whimpered as she felt the cold liquid gurgling inside her.Gene pulled the bottle out quickly though as he was impatient. Her asshole was now leaking champagne and it was lubricated enough for him to force his way inside. Casey again felt like she was being. ? Both men grinned at each other and exchanged a ‘high five’. ?Ankle straps?? ?Yeah why not, then we can relax and have some fun.? They both grinned at each other as Bob slid down her body until his weight trapped her thighs making it almost impossible to move her legs. The other man quickly fastened two 5cm wide leather straps one round each ankle. He fixed a chain to each strap with carbine clips and then as Bob gently eased his weight off their captive’s thighs.