A hot shower completed her evening. She intended to kick back and watch a movie on T.V. A knock on the door made her growl slightly. Who the hell coul... it be bothering her? She put on her new black robe and went to the door. When she opened it, there stood a vision out of a spinster's wet dream. There was a young man dressed in a leather X-shaped harness and a leather kilt-thing. He had slave boy boots on his feet. He was gorgeous! Darkly tanned, largely muscular and fit. Black hair, piercing. Ummm." Matthew interrupted his teacher. "I think my teacher is a horny slut." Tiffany's cheeks reddened further. She couldn't deny it. She was uncontrollably horny and she did feel like a slut. Matthew's hand quickly disappeared up her skirt and grabbed her pussy in a claw like motion and roughly squeezed the soaking mould. He smirked as he brought his hand back from under the skirt. "I'm right, ain't I?" Tears welled in her brown eyes as she softly nodded her head. "I can't hear you." He. Rape and domination were not enough. The encounter had to be a final one for the victim. Until now his only failure had been the black bitch, who turned out to have skills sufficient for her to escape and leave him with worrisome bruises and sores.No matter. Tonight, if he didn’t freeze to death first, he’d have her and complete his private little ceremony with her, and fade off into the dark night. They’d find her later but there would be absolutely nothing to connect the two of them. He put. Sometime later Brooke stirred toward awake. She couldn't move her arms, and soon realized she was sitting in a chair and her hands were cuffed behind her. She heard noises from in front of her, and what sounded like Em yelping. Slowly she forced her eyes open, trying to figure out where she was and what happened. As her eyes slowly focused, she saw Em in front of her, bent over the table with her hands cuffed behind her. The truck ride, the laced salsa, and her fear came flooding back as she.