I turned on my favorite lesbian flick, watching them pleasure each other before switching to some hetero hardcore. Normally I would have climaxed by t...en but I ignored the thought, as I wanted to go on for longer. Eventually, after lasting longer than I ever had I readied myself for the cum of my life. But it wouldn’t happen. I sat there unable to climax but couldn't for the life of me understand why. Not wanting to get blue-balls I went back at it even stronger but still nothing. I think it. I walked quietly to the partially opened door, and thought that I could just sneak in, do what I needed and she’d never be the wiser. I pushed the door open slowly to avoid any noise, and walked to the toilet, right next to the tub/shower enclosure where she stood washing the remains of our night of pleasure from her own luscious body. As I sat and aimed at the porcelain portion of the stool to be quieter I could see a perfect silhouette of her beauty on the beige vinyl shower curtain. . She went to her knees starting to crawl toward the fire, in the opposite side of the Santa. She felt a tug on the chain around her waist. Then heard the heavy footfalls behind her. She fell flat still trying crawl away, clawing at the floor."HELP! JOEY! HELP ME!" she screamed as tears streamed down her cheeks. She suddenly felt something colder then the chain touch the base of her spine slowly going down. The Santa had taken his gloves off, his hands, a deep blue, fingernails, jagged as they. Also, on the rape there were no independent witnesses. It would be a very hard case to win. If it weren't for the shooting they wouldn't have done anything on this, but as it is they are trying to make a clean sweep of the whole situation."I looked over at Mrs. Bell and Zoe."For my end, I am fine, but what do you think? I feel bad that they are offering you so much less. What happened to you was horrible."Zoe just smiled at me and took my hand, "Come on, Cas. You were shot. I was almost raped.