In one swift motion, Jim reached out and ripped the top of her dress down from her firm breasts."NO!" Julie screamed and tried to cover herself but Ji... was much too much for her.In moves that were only matched by a professional cowboy attacking his roped calf, Jim snatched a necktie from a rack behind her and had tied her wrists in nearly one motion. Jim smiled to himself at his quick handywork and was thankful for one his jobs as a ranch hand.Julie was horrified and shocked that she was so. Oh god. Oh god. I can feel the head of his dick against me. It's slick and warm, probing my ass. I almost scream when he pushes the first time but he backs off. And then again. It hurts. Oh Jesus, it hurts and I'm trying to relax my ass but I'm scared and nervous and excited and I want... "OH FUCKING CHRIST!" I scream, muffled through my teeth. It's... somehow he's in and, fuck! It hurts. I can feel him against me, his whole body. He takes my shoulder in his hand and whispers in my ear to keep. High fences guarded the townsfolk’s privacy from intrusion giving the inhabitants a strong feeling of privacy. The window was much, much higher than any fence could be built. Thus were born generations of voyeurs from the builders’ family, generation upon generation. As the years went on the graceful Victorian was sold time and again, to the delight of men from other families who were then allowed to study the habits of the men and women living in the town below. = = = = = = = = = = = = =. Btw, I'm gonna act like a tyrant, if I do have control over posts in this "story", so if something doesn't fit my narrow point of view of the world, and I actually feel like it, I'm probably gonna try to delete it. Will I? I don't know.Anyways, this will just be the hub page, the seed where all of your daydreams, nightmares, fleeting fantasies, can sprout from as long as you write them. Hell, if you want, you can just straight up make a diary, though keep in mind people will be able to read it.