? My entirelife now consists of nothing but endless rape, a stream of men using me forboth their physical pleasure and for the fulfillment of their me...tal sadism. What felt like years later, theinitiator of the crimes against me paid a visit.? Sarah Sloan wore an expensive black dress,with a fur coat over it.??? Her hair wasstill as elaborate as usual, her skin completely without blemishes, and bodyfine and trimmed.? She walked overtowards and deg her high heel into my stomach, until she was. They were Trevor and Ivan, two fellow Russian mafia heavies. Ivan was tall, stockier than Nicolai, but any extra bulk appeared to be all muscle, a pistol was strapped under his arm in a shoulder holster. Trevor was a bit shorter than Nicolai, but much wirier, and clutched a knife. Both wore white tank-tops and camouflage jeans, and both had the same insignia tattooed on their shoulders, that of the Mafia, a curvy woman lying under crossed pistols and surrounded by the Biohazard symbol. Just. With the hand that hadn’t clasped her waist keeping her body against mine I began to caress the softness of her breast and lowered my lips to kiss the mounds beneath me. Lips parted, I took her erected nipple into my mouth and began to lightly bite on the tip of it making it harder still and she squirmed beneath me as a little moan escaped from her lips. Between us we carried on removing each others clothes, the sound of our breathing captivated me in ways I had never felt before, clinging. "Breakfast, you horny boy" and she squealed as I lifted her up onto the worktop."The coffee will get cold" she protested but not too convincingly as I snaked my tongue into her mouth."You taste of pussy" she breathed and returned my kiss hungrily."Opening the shirt I teased her nipples into hard little buds of desire as she sucked at my tongue."This is what I want for breakfast" I said and dropped to my knees between her legs,"Oh no Jamie don't" she tried to pull me back up to my feet, "No.