’ She could hardly believe herself being this aggressive. She wasn’t sure if he would be put off by it, but what did she have to lose? He seemed t... hesitate a moment before responding. ‘Why not now. It’s a nice day for a walk. Things are a bit of a mess in the studio, but if you promise not to criticize my housekeeping I’d be happy to give you a tour.’ ‘I don’t know, we’ve just met.’ She said, struggling to keep her voice steady. She hadn’t expected an invitation so quickly. What was she. But it was useless.That filthy bastard was stronger than me and he managed to hold me in that same position, bending over the sink.He kicked my feet apart and I braced myself, knowing the worst part was just beginning…I heard the man spitting onto my tight rosebud and smearing his saliva around it with his own cockhead. I closed my eyes; since I did not to see the face of that son of a bitch in the mirror. He noticed it and hissed in my ear.“Open your slutty eyes, bitch… I want you to look me. Master then turned me so was a straddle thebench then pulled me down so i was face up but my head was hanging overthe edge with my mouth just the right height and position to serviceeither guys or girls standing in front of me or sitting on my chest. Hethen attached my collar to rings on the bench so my head couldn't move,attached my waist belt to rings on the side of the bench so my bottomcouldn't move. Next he removed the small bar between my knees andreplaced it with one that spread my legs. She moved in unison with the cock that penetrated her violentlyfrom the rear. It had been such a beautiful and peaceful morning. Then themayhem began. The newspaper that she had been reading lay strewn throughout theroom. The remains of her morning coffee lay in a broken porcelain cup on thefloor. Ironically, the paper was open to the Style section showing a picture ofher in an elegant black evening gown which showed off her ample curves at arecent fund-raiser for Israel. She certainly was not.