..Esme sat on the edge of the table, then lifted herself slowly onto the table top. She moved so gracefully, keeping her legs together, spinning aroun... until she was lying on the table, with her legs pointing at me. She rolled onto her side, giving me a glimpse of her pussy lips. My own little snatch twitched and I could feel my own juices drenching the satin of my gown even more. Esme pulled her knees back up and knelt on the table. Picking up a knife and an orange, she sliced it smoothly in. He pins me down and with every deep thrust, I feel my neck sting from a bite.I feel like my pussy is being ripped in two. I try to pull my legs up, but he holds them down and thrusts harder into my sore cunt. With every thrust, he goes deeper and harder. I can hear him moaning in a low tone. The harder he fucks my pussy the tighter my walls become. I know that this strange man is going to make me cum on his dick.His cock starts throbbing, as he slams into my pussy, bringing him closer to. “Shit” She mumbled as she started to fall, but the quick moving green eyed man caught her in his masculine arms. “Heading home Miss?” He smirked at her, “Need a hand?” “Oh…I think I can handle it” She blushed, wriggling free of his grip, only to stumble again and grab him for support. “Well…maybe I do need help.” He only nodded in reply and helped her out the door. “Shall I flag you a cab Miss?” He asked. “I only live a ten minute walk from here, would you mind walking me there? Oh and I’m. I whimper, a little bit of self preservation kicking in. he just laughs and straddles me, forcing me onto my back. The pain in my hand and ankles is nothing compared to the fear I’m experiencing. ‘Please, you said you loved me.’ I manage. He sighs softly. ‘I still love you, but this is the only way I can be free of you. You brought this on yourself. I told you that you would always belong to me, didn’t I?’ he asks softly. I nod, sobbing freely now. He holds my head by my hair to keep me still.