He was fully hard by now, and stopped his torture long enough to undo and take off his pants and boxers, returning to her and the bed before she could...attempt to escape. Little did he know that by now, she didn’t want to and couldn’t even if she did. Lining himself up, he thrust roughly into her, making her gasp in surprise and maybe a tiny bit of pain before she began to moan again in pleasure as his rape quickly began to turn into a consented act of desire. He slowed his movements, reaching. I am not sure where her husband was. I still had my sights set on pumping a load into the sister before I went back to school. On the third day everyone had gone different ways leaving me alone at the house, well I thought alone. Beth was there in the kitchen making me breakfast. I walked in to find her wearing only a button down white men's dress shirt that hardly covered her ass, a look I find very attractive for a woman. She had some great legs. We ate the breakfast she made and she got up. I looked down and she was smiling up at me, her chin resting on my thighs, her grin wet with my juices.“Happy?” she asked and all I could manage in reply was a slow nod of my head. I had the strange feeling that I had forgotten how to speak. I glanced around and found, to my surprise, that we were alone. I had no idea when Sandra and Trish had left or where they were.Naomi saw my concerned look. “Its ok, Sandra took her upstairs, she’s in safe hands.”I looked at her, not quite knowing what to. Her jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket combo try to suggest that she’s rock-and-roll, but her face gives away that she’s pretending to be older than she is.She smiles when she sees our camera and waves before heading over to us. She speaks in voice-over with a friendly, almost playful Cajun accent.“My name is Hope Caruthers. I’m 18 years old, and I’m from Baton Rouge, Lousiana but currently living in Springfield.”As she approaches, with that big toothy smile, we are so impressed with her looks.