I tried one more time to stop this, putting my hands on her head to push it away, and whispering, "No, Cindi, we can't!" She refused to move her head,...just softly stroked my hands and arms. Soon I was stroking her hair instead of pushing her away. When she looked up at me, I could see a gentle smile in her eyes, as if she knew she had won.If nothing else, Cindi's rape had certainly taught her how to suck cock. She sucked softly on the head, stroking the shaft and massaging my balls, then ran. He finished by sitting her onto a bidet and cleansing her insides as thoroughly as her skin ensuring the water spouted first up her cunt, then up her arse. The cold water had a soothing effect. In a complete daze, she was led into another room of the mansion. She felt refreshed, but still nervous with good reason! She was led to an outdoor area a barn that seemed very large, but was only lit by candles very eerie! There seemed to be many people in the group, but their shapes were indistinct.. " My dad's here on a business trip; we visit every year," she replied shakily. Arabella had seen pornography tapes before; she'd accidentally stumbled across them at a friend's house. Her friend's parents were gone and they were playing in the master bedroom. They turned on the small television to find a woman relentlessly humping a man; her large breasts slapping against his face. Her cries of ecstasy and the sound of skin slapping on skin resonated for just a moment. 'Sorry!' her friend had. She hailed a cab outside the building and made her escape. It was only when she was finally in the cab that the adrenalin subsided and she breathed more normally. She would wait until she got home to read the contents of the notebook thoroughly, after having a large mug of strong coffee. She needed her wits to understand all of the information and what to do with it as well as someone whose Russian was better than hers to give her a more accurate and complete translation.Many lives would never.