He noted the blood on them and the tears in the fabric, and he placed them in the washing machine. When he returned to the living room, Sara stood fac...ng him in the clothes he had given her. Thank you for washing them, he said with barely hidden embarrassment. He ogled her lustfully. Her bra had been torn during the rape, to her nipples stood out lightly through the thin tee shirt he had given her. The pants were baggy, reminding him how tiny he was. He thought about her little pussy in his. "You're so fucking naughty and sexy... Fuckkkk!" he moaned as I eagerly tried to work all of him in."You're stretching me like I've never been stretched before, handsome!" I barked out as I struggled to take him all in. "Here we go, gotta get it all in..." I moaned with one last hard drive; "Oh, fuck... Joey... Joey... I'm going to cum, honey... Oh, yeah..."His hands were pinching at my hard nipples as I let go with what felt like a river of my juices flowing from me. Then collapsing to him, my. Abby spanking me. Being forced to lick her pussy while her husband watched. Greg fucking me from behind while she watched. Being tied down helplessly and used. Each fantasy became darker and darker until, in my mind, I was covered with clips, writhing in pain, forced to give Mr. Vandermeer head while Abby fucked me up the ass with a strap on…That’s how they, or rather she, found me. Quivering with need, fingers gripping into the carpet, toes curled, cunt sopping wet, and my nipples and clit. And it involved our accounts clerk Min Young-ju.She worked for us for about 2 months before I realized that Min was her family name and Young-ju was her given name. But even though I didn't know her name I did notice that she was a sexy little thing. Apparently she was an immigrant to the US and although she could speak English pretty well, she didn't know much about our country.Anyway, I guess she made a rather substantial mistake at the bank one day and Cheryl balled her out. Young-ju cried.