Of course I didn't actually steal that many of Anne's. I didn't need to. They were all there in front of me. I marvelled at the feel of them, how soft...and silky. My favourites were the French knickers. Like small football shorts. Haha. I tried them on, as one does, and of course they were to small, but I would always think that the material in the gusset must be right into Anne's cunt. Of course they weren't that tight, but that's what I liked to think. At the beginning I never thought about. .."She had no way to see, and, therefore, to know, that Allan had brought a cola bottle from the kitchen. He savagely pushed it into her rear, completely ignoring her screams, pushing harder and harder, burying it deeper and deeper until he felt her fall limply into unconsciousness. Only then did he walk away leaving the bottle protruding obscenely from his wife's anus.Never again had there been even the semblance of family life. When she had tried repeatedly to talk with Allan, explain her. She could feel the coarse hair of his belly as it rubbed against her ass every time he rammed his powerful dick into her. Everything he did to her seemed to arouse new sensations in her body. In her blissful haze, she thought being claimed and fucked by this orc was better than anything she had yet experienced.A moan built from deep within her belly as she rocked against the hardness of the orc’s cock. Her pleasure felt sinful but she never wanted it to stop. She met the orc’s every thrust. All. "We will be broadcasting a live interview with Gwen Anderson in the next half hour. Stay tuned for what promises to be a candid and interesting discussion," finished Amber as the station went to commercial"I'd like to propose a toast!" stated an extremely proud Ted as he stood and raised his wine glass. "To the most beautiful, most talented, smartest, and most qualified congresswoman this great country has ever seen!"Everyone stood at Ted's announcement and clinked their glasses together..