We must be deep in the woods, so after a minute of admiring the scenery, I found the door and proceeded to manuever myself as best as I could. I went ...own a long hallway and found a living room area. At the end was the kitchen but as soon as I saw who was in the kitchen I froze. It was the man who raped me last night and he was cooking. I woke up in a house that's in a forest, and the man who raped me is cooking breakfast. Just saying it in my head sounded ridiculus. I guess I must've been. The scan on Julia's computerwas only forty percent complete and there were eight viruses withseventy five infections. I undressed down to my foundation garmentshanging my dress and slip then slipped my pink night shirt, pink robe,and marabou slippers on.Jana was in her robe sitting on the bed painting her toenails. I satdown at the dressing table and put cold cr?me all over my face likealways.Jana: "This has been an interesting evening don't you think? I am likeso really glad you got that out. What would change that now? He skipped meals, nourishing himself with Scotch and then drifting off to sleep each night. He stayed in bed until the last minute the next morning. Finally, on Thursday morning he decided to renew his running regimen.He was hung over when he emerged into the brisk morning air. He figured that it was the price to be paid for his self-pity. He didn't feel great, but hoped that the heightened pumping of blood through his veins would cure all that. As he set out he felt. I could feel my balls slap against her wet lips and ass. A wet slithery sound as I took her and a soft swish sound as my balls bounced against her.Her claws ran down my back, her voice kept talking dirty to me.“Fuck me, Charlie,” Beth moaned.“Fuck my needy cunt; give me that big hard cock of yours, till I scream.”I’d never heard a woman use that kind of talk. My mom wouldn’t allow us to use the C-word in the house or we’d get a slap. I felt a hot flush of shame for making her use that word with.