You abruptly stepped back, and pulled off your t-shirt, looking at me with hooded eyes. 'Strip,' you told me. My fingers found the hem of my top and ... pulled it off in a fluid motion, your eyes still on my face as I fumbled for the clasp of my bra and let it drop to the floor. Out of breath, burning, I shimmied my panties and skirt down to my ankles, catching my torn tights with it and slipped them off my feet, my shoes having been discarded somewhere in the hallway. As I stood there, naked,. I was r-aped by my boss. 3ce. I screamed and tried to free my self. It was a soundproof cabin. Nobody could hear me and I was being forced on the carpet, sofa and the glass wall. My boss never said a word but he just kept going on and on. He inserted into my virginity and tore me. After 2 hours he finally spoke.He said I have recorded everthing and now you are mine to do with for as long as I want. He told me to get cleaned in his restroom and get dressed. He waited for me. When I returned he. It dripped. i mounted the bitch. kim has no trouble taking my cock, her cunt opens enough that my shaft doesn't touch the walls of her vagina. she told me her husband was less than five inches long and skinny and after her second c***d, she couldn't feel him enough to cum. she felt me, my dick head is big and i can get it deep up into her. "fuck,fuck,fuck, oh please,please, please slow down. jesus fuck you are a fucking bull, she pleaded..just wait, wait." i looked down and there. At the end of four increasingly traumatic years, the affair broke up messily when Nicki, eventually realising that she wasn't the slutty, helpless submissive she's always been told she was, and one day refused to get her clit pierced and her arse tattooed with her lover's name, as she had been ordered to do. When it was all over and the dust had settled, Nicki then enjoyed the next half dozen quietly promiscuous years that were drawing to a close when I met her. At twenty-eight, Nicki already.