The camera zoomed in: small shapely breasts with hard dark nipples; triangle of black pubic hair; and, as he pulled her legs apart, mild arousal - lab...a moist and swollen. He looked and laughed.“So much for the feminist crap about women not wanting men to overpower and force them. Gagging for it, aren’t you, slag?”Winded by the impact of his fists she managed only feeble resistance, her cries for help faint and futile. He forced her cunt open with his fingers, then grasped her wrists and held. She understood that he had to travel most of the year for games, so she wasn’t expecting to see him as often as she did. She’d returned home from Moscow just before New Year’s and already Anatoli had spent more time at her place than at his own. They’d been unable to spend the New Year together, but he’d made up for it in other ways, ways that made Lena feel weak in the knees just thinking about them. ‘Don’t you think you should get a full night’s sleep in your own place?’ Lena asked when. There was not much in it besides a bed, a desk, and a whole bunch of boxes at this point, but within a few days, she was sure it would look fabulous. Having been busy all day, she decided to sit down at her laptop to check her email and Facebook before going to sleep. She was scrolling through her news feed, her eyes glazing over at the amount of useless updates her friends had posted in just one day.*Knock Knock*?Who is it?? She shouted from her desk. ?Keith, your next door neighbor!? came. "What are your plans for tomorrow?" I have a meeting from 8 until noon. I figured I'd go grocery shopping after that. You guys are on your own for lunch, and then I'll make lasagna for dinner when I get home." How about," Mitch countered, gently caressing her knee while he talked, "your boys are on their own for lunch. I'll meet you after your meeting, take you out for a light lunch and then we'll go shopping. For dinner, I'll take you all out to celebrate your birthday. You make your lasagna.