"Stockholm Syndrome" would make her soon-to-be ex feel better about her conduct, if just slightly.After several more minutes of ravishing Sarah's assh...le, Duncan emptied his last cum of the night into her backdoor. He wiped his cock a third time and decided to let it rest for a while. He then commanded his victims to reverse their positions. Barry would rim his mother, who would in turn lick her daughter's butt-crack. Someone would have to clean Sarah's bottom, after all.It didn't take a long. So they were out of town for a week. She did not go because she had to study for her semesters.I thought that it was the right time to fuck her. So that night around 9p.m I stepped out of my house and walked towards her house. I had planned that I would first knock the door and when she opens the door I would just tie her mouth with a hanky and then rape her forcibly. But things did not work according to my plan. When I was walking towards her door she opened the door and came out. I wondered. I was nervous but also aroused and began to chat to our driver who was reassuring me that it would be warm, dry and I could do whatever I felt comfortable with.I began to become very aroused under my skirt and to feel a real need to masturbate. We arrived at a house with out buildings and I was helped out of the car with an umbrella and into a sweet smelling warm straw piled barn. Inside bales of straw there were warm lights (I think they are used for a****ls) and a pile of cushions and throws.. . well... because it's been reported that you two are seeing each other and he lives in this building." Does he?" she asked innocently. "I didn't know that." You didn't?" No. Isn't that a fantastic coincidence? I'm here to see one of my girlfriends though." Oh," he said, disappointed. "I see."O'Riley pushed the button for his floor. Mindy pushed the button for number twenty-four.O'Riley chewed his lip for a moment. "Your friend lives on the twenty-fourth floor?" he asked.She nodded. "Yep. She.