I left the door wide open and just waited.I knew that I wanted to eat her pussy and fuck it too but that I couldn’t because she couldn’t remember ...ow many times she had been fucked in the last two weeks and that her boyfriend was a junkie. No one should catch AIDS and die over a simple fuck.When she came out of the shower she just scowled at me and walked right out toward me. Just as she took a swing at me I grabbed her arm, twisted her around, and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. I. I didn't need to be gang-banged. I didn't need to be fucked. I needed to have my husband wrap his arms around me and express his love for me physically. I needed to be held and caressed and kissed by someone who treated me like I was special.After a few more minutes, I went looking for Dell. It was funny but until I started thinking about my husband making love to me the word rape had never entered my thoughts. But that really was what had happened to me. It hadn't been my fault. Those assholes. Eve had always stayed in the same city and was unmarried. She worked at the Public Library, a stone’s throw from the park. Julia had moved to Europe after her degree with a friend she did not describe, but she made it clear it was a female friend. She had been back in town for a few weeks only (she didn’t say why she had left Europe) and had found a job at the University Library. “Europe must have been exciting. You’ll find this place rather boring, as boring as it always has been I guess”,. On a Friday we ‘dressed down’ so it was casual clothes only, which meant she wore jeans and was constantly pushed the top of her G string back down her jeans as I walked past, what I would give to just stick my hands down there and see what she felt like. She must have known I was looking, but what choice did I have, I’d walk past her, she’d be typing with at least 6 inches of olive tanned smooth skinned back exposed with a nice tapered waist that you could grab hold of then the slightest hint.