..you are gonna do it...at least hold my arms...”She reached back and twitched, when he grabbed her wrists and held them both in his fist, surprisin...ly large for a second hand book-store assistant. There she was, caught again, an instrument for his desires.“Beg..for my cock, bitch”She shook her head.“Fffffuck..me, sir” she whispered.“Again!”“Fuck me, sir...”The sound of his fly being pulled down together with a joke about Baudelaire from a few aisles away. She snapped for air as the man began. It suddenly flashed in her head... THE RAPE FANTASY. The ordeal she had talked about 3 months earlier with her husband after her 17 year reunion. It was actually happening. Slowly, she began to change her expressions. Her sobbing became panting beneath the gag. Instead of tensing and trying to pull away from the cock, she slowly started to lift her pelvis to help the cock inside her. The dark figure over her with the knife, now seen as a prop, was her husband. A brief smile started to overtake. "Got it. I'll get dressed." I said as I tried to clear the blur from my eyes. I walked to the chest at the foot of the bed, and grabbed the green tunic with the gold designs. I took of the blue robe, and neatly folded it. I put it back inside the chest and put on the tunic. Figuring the training would be intense, I grabbed a pair of white, baggy, pantaloons.I looked a myself in the mirror. I looked fairly good, and royal. Remembering my family ring, I grabbed it of the dresser. I. She turned her head towards mine and placed her lips on mine, I felt like I could explode. The combination of having a hot, naked young girl pressing against my cock while occasionally glancing down at my wife eating out her wet pussy was beyond anything I had previously imagined.Somehow Lynne must have sensed my thoughts because she lifted herself from Chloe’s pussy and looked toward me, she rose up. I thought she was going to kiss Chloe again but she moved past her to kiss me. I could taste.