I pour the oil between your lovely breasts, a thin stream from your throat to your pussy. You giggle just a breath; it's cool, and tickles. But then I...begin to smooth it over you, my hands so gentle, so knowing. I want you bare, bare and gleaming, and soon - well. You will know. I squeeze your nipples with my slick fingers, I shape and knead your tender little breasts, I stroke and slide my hands over your belly, your hips, your sweet shoulders, your achingly bare and deep-split pussy mound,. She was being raped. Raped. The thought seemed to send an explosion through her body, and she came, hard, so hard it almost hurt, her head twisting away from his, a long, defeated moan torn from her body as she felt her cunt spasm around the hard, hot meat that was violating, raping her, her whole body shaking, her hands finding his shoulders, gripping them in her pleasure.She felt him stop, shudder, and moan, and she knew he was cumming, cumming into her; her rapist was cumming into her, and. .." Zach," Sajel gritted. Her eyes were inches from mine. "Do you have any idea how annoying it is the way you act?" No," I said honestly."Yes, well that's very obvious," Sajel said. "I'll give you a hint, Mister Zachary Crane. A lot of people don't understand you. Your sense of humor is really out there sometimes, and so's your sense of fair play. You even weird us out sometimes." Yeah," Meredith inserted, and Arie said, "Yup." And we," Sajel continued, "are a pretty liberal, open-minded. ..” Logan winked at her.Karen looked at her feet and blushed like a schoolgirl, but she also grinned. She had a nice smile. Hopefully, they would see a lot more of it from here on out.“We should celebrate,” Logan went on. “Let us feast! Let’s see...” He tapped thoughtfully at his lower lip. “We have cooked bristle pig, smoke strips of bristle pig, and ... oh yes, burnt bristle pig.”Beauty smiled. Karen giggled.“It doesn’t matter,” Karen replied. “You do recall that I did not even remember the.