I have to siphon it from each of your holes. Do you understand what I am telling you?” he prompted. She nodded. The frantic look in her eyes told h...m that he could do anything to her body, and she would not stop him. He pulled his fingers from her sopping wet slit and grabbed for the objects that he had gotten from the cabinet. Victoria dropped her head back to the table. The heaviness that had plagued her was so bad that her entire pussy felt three times too big. She was aware of each part,. Really, you should be feeling better and better as the seconds pass by.’ ‘What happened to me? How did I get here… did you really do all this yourself?’ My mind was running so fast it was practically tripping over one thought after another. ‘What happened to me?!’ What she said next made me laugh out of disbelief. ‘You are dead. I killed you.’ She whispered with that smirk on her face… almost mirthful. ‘What? Dead? You kissed me, not killed me…’ I started to argue but stopped as everything. Talk about something else." Fine with me," she said. "What would you like to talk about?" Hell, I don't know," he said. "Baseball. Basketball. Bradford '88s. Books. Something." OK, baseball. I'm not much of a baseball fan, but I had a soft spot for the Tigers when we were in school. They could kick ass then, but they can't find it with either hand now. How about you? Still do or die for the big old D?" No, I'm afraid I'm a turncoat, the worst kind." He smiled. "I'm a Yankees fan as much as I. Seemingly content to stay buried inside me forever. With an exasperated hiss of surrender, I opened my eyes. He immediately began to move again. Slow, shallow, teasing thrusts. I tensed my body and tried to feel nothing. I attempted to focus on the pain - on the brutal nature of his violation of me - I tried to focus on anything except the adoring lust of his eyes and the response of my body to his stark thirst for me. "Put your arms around me, Laurie," he suggested again, but this time.