"Ivan took a tube of lube and applied it to his fully erected cockwhile looking at my eyes through the mirror. I shuddered under hisgaze and tried to...get as far away as possible before collar cut intomy neck."No! Please no! Don't touch me! I'm not ... I'm not a whore."Ivan stepped forward, ignoring my words, positioned himself behind me,placed his strong hands on my thighs, and lifted my ass in the aireffortlessly before sticking his well-lubricated cock inside of me.It felt like I've been. "That trick usually works on businessmen andpoliticians. But I suppose you spent plenty of time at room reading.Maybe if your mind was more focused on other things besides science?Just another quick operation. Execute order B3." What does that mean?" asked Penelope. She felt dizzy. This time herspeech itself sounded different. Her whole perspective had changed. Theman was suddenly threatening on a physical level. He was bigger thanher. He was gross and creepy. Her vagina became tense and she. "Would you like to do it again?" I said quickly, inwardly cruising myself for not being strong. I grew aware of how close he was. He was sitting next to me, his light arm hairs brushing mine. I was looking down, still bright red. "Nalla?" he asked tense. "Don't avoid the question," I said in the most dominate voice I could muster. "Nalla," he said once again, growing serious. He looked up at me and almost lunged at me giving me the biggest hug we’d shared in a long time. When we were kids he. She might of overpaid but the results were stunning. She wore a low cut v-neck halter top in red with a schoolgirl skirt in plaid. The skirt hardly covered her ass, The top was overly generous with cleavage. She wore no bra or panties. Her shoes were five inch stiletto heels, also red. As her justification, Lynn said, "What the hell. I'm going to get fucked by a stranger tonight, so I might as well look like a common street whore. I said, "Shit. I sure hope you get my key. You are so fucking.