Thepoor thing was in a state of exhaustion from her experiences. It was asimple enough spell to transfer her memories of the entire experience tohim.... She remembers what happened, the horror of the rape _and_ thehorror of the aftermath, but it's like something she read or heard about,not something she actually had to suffer through. I'm told that she'salmost back to being the perky co-ed that she was the day before it allhappened." What about him?" It's hard to tell. The experiences repeat. .and waited. I stood at the foot of the stairs and the complete silence seemed to go on forever, then suddenly I heard the sound of her bed creak as the two of them getting into it tested its strength. I slowly crept up the stairs, knowing that their lust would make it unlikely they would hear me. But by the time I got to the top, all was quiet again. I just knew he'd now got her knickers off - the prize that I thought would be mine - and was probably busy nuzzling into her wet pussy lips. I. You’re naked.” He rolled his eyes. “Abby, I already told you, I can’t do anything, so stop harassing me for sex.” She gasped in outrage and he began to laugh. “Come on, Abs. You promised. Just one night at least. Please?” He batted his lashes at her and she weakened. “Okay, but I need to shower first.” “Geez, Poptart, you should’ve just showered with me. We need to conserve water, help the planet and shit." She rolled her eyes at him before turning on her heel to head downstairs. “Wear. If it wasn’t her choice, then it wouldn’t be a sin, right?So I started going with some scenarios where she was tied to the bed and I took advantage of her every way I wanted even though she pretended to be the innocent and unwilling virgin. Next I expanded that to the wife who a visitor is taking liberties with. Last was the use of a blindfold and earplugs so that she just experienced the raw physical parts. Of course she protested throughout but only mildly, still trying to act like the.