’ She said with a slight quaver in her voice. ‘I know about what you were doing with that Ron guy. I know you were fucking him. I should’ve kill...d the little puke while I had the chance.’ ‘Ron was working with me on a script for a part I was doing in a show, nothing happened. You really need to leave.’ Scott grabbed Adele by her hair and dragged her through the apartment. She let out a squeal of pain from his rough treatment and he swung his free hand at her, hitting her in the eye and. She was just thinking, letting her mind wander and bam! – she was filling the tub with pussy juice. She got out of the bath and toweled herself dry. She slipped on a white robe and sat down in front of her computer. She opened up her email, and there were two unread messages. One was from the library, and one was from Lady Jacqueline. She opened the library one first.She read it, and it was very blunt. It essentially said that due to budget cuts she had to be let go, blah, blah, blah. She had. Hhh. Fuck me. Even breed, hhh, me. Don't ever fuck my ass." Mommy?" Race looked up again. "What?" You can rape me. You can fuck me. You can even breed me, but I'll never let you fuck my ass!" I stared back.My son's eyes grew wide. He giggled. "You did read it!" As if by programming, Race reached away from my cunt and fumbled with the cord biting into my right wrist."It's too tight." He complained. "You shouldn't have struggled."I looked away. "Yes."He rolled off the bed and onto his feet, no. But because of the pain in the flesh over my clit and in my nipples I haven’t had an orgasm since yesterday morning.I know. Yesterday morning is only a little over twenty-four hours ago. But that’s twenty-four hours in which my senses have been constantly bombarded with sex. The sights and the sounds and the smells of sex are constantly assaulting all of my senses.I was aware now of the way my pussy is throbbing and this time it isn’t from pain. I reached down with one hand, slid the front of.