This time, my body was resisting her, trying to protect me. Janie stood back and looked at me, guilt written all over her face."I think we should sit ...own and talk, Janie. I'll get us a glass of wine." She started to say something, then plopped onto a dining room chair. I opened the fridge and saw not one bottle of wine but several at various levels of fullness and several beers from two different brewers. I started to say something but instead just got a bottle of Pinot then reached up for the. I listened, still fighting with myself about letting this happen. I kept reminding him that Ann would see the blood.“Do you want me to fuck you, Melinda?” he asked.I didn’t reply, I was frozen with fear and lust as he ran the head of his cock over my pussy lips. He smacked my ass hard.“Did you hear my you filthy cunt?! I asked you a question!”I nodded, tears started streaming again.He hit me again. I cried out. “I didn’t hear you!”“Yes,” I whispered, horrified.. “Yes, I want it.”“You've been. She walked over to him and Mark nearly fell over when she pushed his chair back from the desk, rolling him away from the protection of his desktop. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders and backed the chair up until Mark could rest his head against the wall. Marlene lifted one of her legs up and over Mark’s lap, settling in and letting her crotch rest on his rock-hard groin. She ran her hands though his dark hair, her slender fingers somehow managing to electrify his scalp and make. She moved with his fingers, she humped them and she was practically crying and begging him to fuck her, it was the moment he had been waiting for in a long time. He began taking off his clothes but she ripped them off him and tossed them aside. She bent over the coffee table to welcome him in and he did. He rammed her as hard as he could and began thrusting in her, she was moaning loudly, in between breaths she would moan, "Ryan." her pussy was tight as her muscles hugged his cock and barely.