.. but the rapes, the humiliation, being treated as an object, not a person. Once more, she woke with the first light and made her way downstairs to m...ke coffee and toast. Not that she really felt hungry, rather that the homely routine helped her, slightly, regain her equilibrium.She poured black coffee into a mug and spread butter and marmalade on the toast. She'd just taken the first bite when she was shocked by a voice."Would you like to talk about it?"Her head whipped round to see the. Pretty ears, too, uncovered like that.”“So i'm not crazy after all! They all tell me I look like some punk rocker. What's this thing that guys have for girls with long hair? Fascist, the whole bunch of them! Why do guys all think girls with long hair are the classiest, the sweetest, the most feminine?”“I myself know at least thirteen unclassy girls with long hair.”“ I think you look better now then you did before,”I said. And I meant it. As far as I could recall, with long hair she had been. She had a melancholy look on her face, and every once and a while he heard a distinct sigh come from her lips.His cock grew stiff, rising and poking at his pants.He drained his glass and stood. "Well, I'd better get back to work. Thanks for the tea. It did the trick."Cassie looked at him and her gaze was drawn down to his crotch. His prick throbbed and poked at his jeans. His hard-on could clearly be seen. She gulped and a thumping feeling came from her tummy and ran up to her throat. She. . I had grown incredibly hard and felt my breath shortening as smiling at me she traced her finger-nails up and down the length of my shaft. "Mmmm," she said, "very nice indeed." With that I leant forwards but she held me back motioning to stand. "Would you sit down," she asked and motioned to the couch. I obliged and soon the clothes strewn upon it were on the floor and I was watching her as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Stopping half-way down she looked down on me and said "I want to.