." So he raped you?" No, but..." You're an officer and you let yourself be buggered whenever he wanted you." NO!" she nearly shouted."Yes," he grabbed...her and through her across the desk.He pulled her cheeks apart and spat into her crack rubbing it into her sphincter with his fingers."You let him do it. You fucking tramp." Just do it and get out," Alice tried and relax the muscles in her back passage for what she thought was coming but it didn't happen. Instead he flipped her over and looked at. Mike was so cute as he blushed. I finished making the bet, "If I give you a grown up woman blow job, you agree that I'm old enough and you give me what you used to give mom. If it isn't any good, I promise to never bring it up again. Either way you win." I was hoping that his brain was so flooded with horny hormones he couldn't see the illogic in that. I was right. He had pumped so much blood downstairs that upstairs was just keeping the breath going, forget deep thoughtsI could see the look in. ‘Cassia! Stop it!’ ‘Let me out!’ ‘No!’ The banging began again and Arthur growled, fishing a key from his pocket and pushing the door open. ‘What is wrong with you?’ ‘What do you mean, what’s wrong with me? I’ve been locked in my room for six days! What do you think is wrong with me?’ ‘It was done for your own good.’ ‘My own good? Was sending Peter away for my own good as well?’ Arthur stared at his daughter in confusion. ‘Peter?’ ‘Withers. Peter Withers, our blacksmith.’ ‘Oh.’ Her father. It was as though she was from some book about teen rebellion, and she had that certain charm you’d not see in innocent girls. She hatched a plan to gain advantage on “miss popular.”It would be a decision that she’d regret years from now…---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mary had been following Anna for nearly the whole day. She had waited for the girl to go into the bathroom. Mary had brought a camera with her.