As she tried to turn back to see her assailant she felt his hand grasp a great bunch of her hair and her face was pressed into the wall hard enough th...t her lip was cut by her front teeth. A trickle of blood salted her mouth as she tried to open it to scream."Shut the fuck up." A deep, dangerous voice growled at her.The voice seemed to penetrate into her and release her worst fears. It didn't sound like him. Or did it? Her mind was befuddled by panic; she couldn't tell, maybe... Was it him? She. Still reeling actually, I replied, “Well after those pictures and hearing you from the other room, I’d have to say, reality!”“Good, we could both have fun with this as long as you understand that this all could end the second you say so! If you want me to stop just say the word. I do want to tell you that my attitude is different obviously now and I want to thank you for that! I can’t believe how stubborn I was, but now, I understand much more,” she said.I asked her kind of timidly, ”I know. It was Christmas Eve, but the moment her eyes came to rest upon it she knew it was to be opened straight away.Her heart raced and she was filled with the giddy, enchantment that only the holidays bring. She walked across the room towards her gift. But, there was nothing childlike about the feelings that stirred within the pit of her stomach. She hoped that the gift was what she’d longed for.Her fingers trembled when she took the envelope and turned it over in her hands, caressing the soft paper. I had looked up a website about BBC worship the night before, I scolded myself for not deleting the history. "Now we have each other's number so I don't have to leave notes on your car." He tossed my phone back at me.It buzzed, "Black Daddy has messaged you," it read. I let out a groan of some sort, but luckily he didn't hear it. "I've sent you the pics I have, now we have no secrets. You're welcome."Sure enough there was like five, one with my face covered in cum. When was he taking these.