In self defence, when they attacked me and Darren on the street.’ I sat in silence to try and process that. It was too much to take in. Trying to th...nk about these things happening, not only before my existence, but going on after I was born. They’d certainly sheltered me from it. Sometimes I found it hard to think about normal stories involving my parents or uncles, to imagine they’d ever once been something else other than happily married adults, and this was something else. It just wasn’t. He then dressed me in a lace bra and suspender belt, black lace stockings.He said, "Sit up on the bed with your arse high on the pillow so I can see my slut's pussy and arse."Every time he called me a slut or a whore it made me wetter and of course I did as I was told again. I have to admit I felt very sexy and was dying for him to fuck me again. He stood staring for a while.He said, "Spread your legs wider, let me see the inside of your cunt, you whore."The dirty talk certainly turned me and. Good. At least he wasn’t a pervy exhibitionist.The next few pics took her breath away. He did indeed have a full seven inches, and she saw every one of them in glorious close-up detail, including one with a ruler as proof of his length. She was wet again. He texted her: So, it’s Friday. If you’re not at work tomorrow, how about meeting tonight, to sample the goods for yourself?” She was going out with the girls, so she could arrange to meet him later in the evening. “I’ll text you when and. I stood shaking, feeling the heat of his nude body against me, like a bad dream, 'I'm sorry' he kept muttering over and over, as he hugged me.This surreal experience happened so quickly, and as the fright and fear subsided and the dirty deed was over in seconds, I had a split decision to make, feeling his semen come out of solution and run down my upper thighs and form a small pool on the tops of my stockings.He was embracing me, and my nostrils were flared, part fright and full of his.