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He reached down with a hand and grabbed her ass tight, and he focused on shooting his cum around her asshole....the cum ran down into it, and just the feeling of his hot cum in her ass set Jamie off again.

Cum was on her back, the back of her thighs, in her asshole, and all over her ass in general.

John stopped. He smacked his dick against her butt a couple times, and collapsed next to her.

They lay like that for awhile. John reached over and played with her anus...pushing some of his cum into her butt. Jamie's back stiffened at the unusual feeling of anal play, but she relaxed quickly, and giggled quietly as he amused himself, poking around her ass.

Sex is weird.....he's.....oh!.....poking me in the ass....ha guys are.......awesome....John is awesome....ohhh there he goes again......just stuff that stuff down in my ass.....mmmmm....yeah......more......oh.......god this is soo hot........she moved her ass a little, side to side, in pleasure, while John's finger kept up its work.

Mmmmm yeah......keep it going...........get some more in.......oh.....oh.....is that his....yeah.....second knuckle.....oh........goooOOOood......

His finger was deep in her ass. He pulled it out. Pushed some more cum in her ass, and started stuffing it in. His fingers took turns, each getting its time in her tight little ass. As the tip of his middle finger touched her anus, she pushed her ass up, encouraging deeper exploration.

She's such a little slut John thought, somewhat affectionately.

“Trying to get a little more in there?” she looked back at him innocently. She glanced at the cum on her lower back. He pulled his finger out, pushed the cum into her hole, and started stuffing it in.

“mmmmmmm” she buried her head in the covers.

She likes having her ass played with. I'm going to remember that. I'm going to stick everything I can up there. John was excited.
When John was done with his amusement, he grabbed his towel and wiped up the um off of her. He invited her to take a shower, which John might have joined, but his legs were still not functioning properly after such a huge orgasm. She did so, and came out clean.

“John....thanks so much.....that was.........was......”

“Dude. Jamie. You were amazing. You're a little nympho.” Just like your mom.



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He reached down with a hand and grabbed her ass tight, and he focused on shooting his cum around her asshole....the cum ran down into it, and just the feeling of his hot cum in her ass set Jamie off again.

Cum was on her back, the back of her thighs, in her asshole, and all over her ass in general.

John stopped. He smacked his dick against her butt a couple times, and collapsed next to her.

They lay like that for awhile. John reached over and played with her anus...pushing some of his cum into her butt. Jamie's back stiffened at the unusual feeling of anal play, but she relaxed quickly, and giggled quietly as he amused himself, poking around her ass.

Sex is weird.....he's.....oh!.....poking me in the ass....ha guys are.......awesome....John is awesome....ohhh there he goes again......just stuff that stuff down in my ass.....mmmmm....yeah......more......oh.......god this is soo hot........she moved her ass a little, side to side, in pleasure, while John's finger kept up its work.

Mmmmm yeah......keep it going...........get some more in.......oh.....oh.....is that his....yeah.....second knuckle.....oh........goooOOOood......

His finger was deep in her ass. He pulled it out. Pushed some more cum in her ass, and started stuffing it in. His fingers took turns, each getting its time in her tight little ass. As the tip of his middle finger touched her anus, she pushed her ass up, encouraging deeper exploration.

She's such a little slut John thought, somewhat affectionately.

“Trying to get a little more in there?” she looked back at him innocently. She glanced at the cum on her lower back. He pulled his finger out, pushed the cum into her hole, and started stuffing it in.

“mmmmmmm” she buried her head in the covers.

She likes having her ass played with. I'm going to remember that. I'm going to stick everything I can up there. John was excited.
When John was done with his amusement, he grabbed his towel and wiped up the um off of her. He invited her to take a shower, which John might have joined, but his legs were still not functioning properly after such a huge orgasm. She did so, and came out clean.

“John....thanks so much.....that was.........was......”

“Dude. Jamie. You were amazing. You're a little nympho.” Just like your mom.



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Chapter Seven

Biola was sitting at her desk. Her mind drifted towards the previous evening's events. She had gone home from work to her injured husband Michael. His leg and arm were broken. It was difficult for him to move. Other complications had developed, and kept developing. He was moody, on pain killers, and though he had always been tough to get along with, he was practically unbearable.

He had told her he wanted some sexual attention, pretty bluntly, and, being a good wife, Biola attempted to oblige. Again. Again, it failed. She stroked it, even tried to suck it.. Nothing. Her thoughts had embarrassed her. It looks so small. Even puny. Her disheveled, unshaven husband looked down towards her. He had a forest of pubic hair around his soft, lifeless member. Didn't smell too great either.
“Damn meds” Michael muttered. “Don't worry honey, I'll be taking care of you soon enough.”
She thought back to earlier sexual acts with her husband, It was fun early on I guess....I just, I wonder what Alfred feels like inside........no.......don't think about that. Life will be back to normal soon enough. Do I have any hickeys on my boobs? I don't think so..... “Hey, would you, um, like to play with my boobs maybe?”
“Nah Mick, its not the same. If I can't cum what's the point?”
Alfred loves my boobs. He could play with them all day I'm sure. I orgasm just from him playing with them. He's a pig to force me like he does, but god, at least I get some attention somewhere.
And so, the night had passed. In bed, at last, she was ready for some rest. Hopefully her husband wouldn't.... “hey,” Michael piped up, “Bleep, can you get me some water hon. Its such a pain to get up.”
Up she got, some water she brought back, Michael guzzled it down and lay in bed.
Now he's going to have to get up in the middle of the night to pee, always an ordeal, and...ugh..... “Life will be back to normal soon enough”....what if normal sucks?
It had been an interesting evening. Biola was sitting at her desk. She didn't like being forced to perform for Alfred, but she wasn't looking forward to her life with Michael either.

* * * *
Alfred was waiting for his appointment, today, with Kole and his wife. Naomi? He never could remember her name. He had an idea of what he was hoping would happen, but he was going to have to improvise depending on how the situation unfolded. What he was thinking of was kind of hardcore...but...it probably wasn't going to happen. It was just a fantasy anyway. What was it about himself that made him fantasize about such things? Well, thinking about it made him want to jerk off. Good thing he had Biola so he didn't have to do that anymore.
Biola would have to wait though, they should be here any minute.


* * *

Henrietta sat through class. Rome this, Rome that. This emperor did this, this emperor did that. She heard about the debauchery of Tiberius which caught her attention. Her teacher Rita noticed the class perk up when she mentioned Tiberius' madness.
“Yes, some of these emperors got really perverted at points. Tiberius was said to rape boys, girls, men, women, make them his play thing for a while and then have them cast off the cliffs of his ocean side villa.... Altogether, not a good date (laughter). It seems like many of the emperors descended into sexual perversity, as their power grew. There is a lot of emotional power plays in sexuality, and....well...that's for a different class...anyway....” and she continued.
That's interesting. Maybe I'll read about those guys later...hmm.....I hope Alfred doesn't throw me off a cliff....(she smiled)....raping me wouldn't be terrible though...I wonder if Tiberius was hot?.....
“Alright, that's class for today. Turn in your homework and I'll give you back your midterms....some of you did great, some of you, well, I may have to toss you over a cliff.....(brief nervous laughter amongst the students)....well, maybe not that, but I'll have to talk with some of you later.” Rita said, her eyes very serious with the last point. She also looked straight at Henrietta.
“Ohhh, something tells me your screwed Henrietta.....” a friend told her as they all stood up.
“Um, I am so screwed.”

* * *
Henrietta waited till the others left to minimize her humiliation, and she walked up to Rita.
Rita was an attractive vivacious woman in her late 20s. She had large D cup breasts that every guy in the school masturbated about. She had a large, round ass woman of her ethnic heritage were famous for, and big soft lips. Her eyes were sharp, intelligent, and dark brown. But there was a certain coldness and harshness about her that scared everyone, even other members of the faculty.
“What happened with that midterm Henrietta? It was pretty bad.”
“Well, I've been working a lot, and just a lot of stuff going on at home, and...”
“Yes, I see, okay. Well, you have to do very well on the final, and on all the remaining home works, to even think of passing this class, and this class is required for graduation. This is very serious. Let me see your homework.”




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Her eyes were sharp, intelligent, and dark brown. But there was a certain coldness and harshness about her that scared everyone, even other members of the faculty.

“What happened with that midterm Henrietta? It was pretty bad.”

“Well, I've been working a lot, and just a lot of stuff going on at home, and...”

“Yes, I see, okay. Well, you have to do very well on the final, and on all the remaining home works, to even think of passing this class, and this class is required for graduation. This is very serious. Let me see your homework.”

Henrietta was feeling sick in her stomach. “Um, yeah, about that....well....”

“You didn't do your homework? Henrietta...uh....just give me what you have.” Rita had her eyebrows raised in disbelief. The homework was not that difficult. It basically just showed you had read the book.

“Um....well.....again, about that, …....................well...”

“What do you have? ….......Anything?” Rita was annoyed, and speaking sharply and in an abrupt manner. Henrietta felt like crying. She shook her head slightly.

“Nothing at all.” Rita said matter-of-factly. “Alright. I don't see how you can pass this class.

“No! Please Ms. Lawal! My mom....my dad is hurt so bad, and mom is paying for this school and working so hard, putting in over-time all the time, and....oh, like, I canNOT fail this Ms. Lawal. Pleassssse...” Henrietta begged.

“I can't say you did work you didn't Henrietta. It’s not fair to everyone else. I feel bad for your mom, and I know about the situation, but don't push this off on me. The responsibility is on you.” Rita looked straight at her.

“Please, give me some time to do the homework. History just isn't my thing. It's interesting when you talk about it, but the book is sooooo boring, and I try so hard to concentrate, but I just can't...please Ms. Lawal, let me finish the homework, I'll do it, I promise.”

Rita looked at Henrietta. There was something about the fear in the eyes, something in her desperate voice. She was a very pretty girl. It was like Rita had an instinct inside, a huntress instinct...deep inside she felt this girl was easy prey.


There were rumors about Ms. Lawal at school. No boyfriend. The over-all martial demeanor. “She's a dyke” was a common whisper as she walked by in the halls. But there was no proof. She had been caught, apparently, looking at certain girls' backsides when they wore tight jeans, or at their chests when they wore low-cut tops...either way, it seemed she was either checking them out, or looking disapprovingly at their immodesty. She always dressed respectably. Nonetheless, the high school guys commonly masturbated to fantasies of her in lesbian situations, which can only be expected.

Rita hadn't broken her look at Henrietta. It was solid, hardly blinking, intimidating, a little creepy. Henrietta had a few tears running down her cheeks. Something happened though that she didn't expect.

Rita put her had out, and lightly brushed away the tears. “Hey, its okay. We'll figure something out. How about this? I'll give you more time on your homework (Henrietta looked up hopefully), and a couple times a week you come by my place and I'll talk about the material with you.”
Henrietta didn't know what to say, this was the kindest she'd ever seen Ms. Lawal.....

“Thank you! Thank you soooo much. Oh my gosh. I will definitely learn this stuff Ms. Lawal, there is no...”

Rita stiffened up again. “Don't miss any meetings with me. Don't complain about the work. Do what I say. Everything. And I won't fail you. Understand?”

“Yes, yes...thank you, you are the best!” Henrietta exclaimed, as she picked up her bags and started for the door.

“Just do the work. I'll email you my address. Come by on Thursday night.”

“Okay! Thannkk youuu!” Henrietta's voice trailed off as the door closed behind her.

“See you then Henrietta” Rita said quietly, to herself. Why are you doing this? Rita sat in thought, and looked up at a poster that showed the emperors of Rome. She looked at Tiberius.



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Bloody Alfred dey prey on mother and daughter na wa ooo
Wife dey cheat still dey divulge sensitive info about her husband to someone she's cheating with
That's deep and disheartening
Michael don suffer gan ooo

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Henrietta sat through class. Rome this, Rome that. This emperor did this, this emperor did that. She heard about the debauchery of Tiberius which caught her attention. Her teacher Rita noticed the class perk up when she mentioned Tiberius' madness.

“Yes, some of these emperors got really perverted at points. Tiberius was said to rape boys, girls, men, women, make them his play thing for a while and then have them cast off the cliffs of his ocean side villa.... Altogether, not a good date (laughter). It seems like many of the emperors descended into sexual perversity, as their power grew. There is a lot of emotional power plays in sexuality, and....well...that's for a different class...anyway....” and she continued.

That's interesting. Maybe I'll read about those guys later...hmm.....I hope Alfred doesn't throw me off a cliff....(she smiled)....raping me wouldn't be terrible though...I wonder if Tiberius was hot?.....

“Alright, that's class for today. Turn in your homework and I'll give you back your midterms....some of you did great, some of you, well, I may have to toss you over a cliff.....(brief nervous laughter amongst the students)....well, maybe not that, but I'll have to talk with some of you later.” Rita said, her eyes very serious with the last point. She also looked straight at Henrietta.

“Ohhh, something tells me your screwed Henrietta.....” a friend told her as they all stood up.

“Um, I am so screwed.”


* * *

Henrietta waited till the others left to minimize her humiliation, and she walked up to Rita.
Rita was an attractive vivacious woman in her late 20s. She had large D cup breasts that every guy in the school masturbated about. She had a large, round ass woman of her ethnic heritage were famous for, and big soft lips. Her eyes were sharp, intelligent, and dark brown. But there was a certain coldness and harshness about her that scared everyone, even other members of the faculty.

“What happened with that midterm Henrietta? It was pretty bad.”

“Well, I've been working a lot, and just a lot of stuff going on at home, and...”

“Yes, I see, okay. Well, you have to do very well on the final, and on all the remaining home works, to even think of passing this class, and this class is required for graduation. This is very serious. Let me see your homework.”

Henrietta was feeling sick in her stomach. “Um, yeah, about that....well....”

“You didn't do your homework? Henrietta...uh....just give me what you have.” Rita had her eyebrows raised in disbelief. The homework was not that difficult. It basically just showed you had read the book.

“Um....well.....again, about that, …....................well...”

“What do you have? ….......Anything?” Rita was annoyed, and speaking sharply and in an abrupt manner. Henrietta felt like crying. She shook her head slightly.

“Nothing at all.” Rita said matter-of-factly. “Alright. I don't see how you can pass this class.

“No! Please Ms. Lawal! My mom....my dad is hurt so bad, and mom is paying for this school and working so hard, putting in over-time all the time, and....oh, like, I canNOT fail this Ms. Lawal. Pleassssse...” Henrietta begged.

“I can't say you did work you didn't Henrietta. It’s not fair to everyone else. I feel bad for your mom, and I know about the situation, but don't push this off on me. The responsibility is on you.” Rita looked straight at her.

“Please, give me some time to do the homework. History just isn't my thing. It's interesting when you talk about it, but the book is sooooo boring, and I try so hard to concentrate, but I just can't...please Ms. Lawal, let me finish the homework, I'll do it, I promise.”

Rita looked at Henrietta. There was something about the fear in the eyes, something in her desperate voice. She was a very pretty girl. It was like Rita had an instinct inside, a huntress instinct...deep inside she felt this girl was easy prey.

There were rumors about Ms. Lawal at school. No boyfriend. The over-all martial demeanor. “She's a dyke” was a common whisper as she walked by in the halls. But there was no proof. She had been caught, apparently, looking at certain girls' backsides when they wore tight jeans, or at their chests when they wore low-cut tops...either way, it seemed she was either checking them out, or looking disapprovingly at their immodesty. She always dressed respectably. Nonetheless, the high school guys commonly masturbated to fantasies of her in lesbian situations, which can only be expected.

Rita hadn't broken her look at Henrietta. It was solid, hardly blinking, intimidating, a little creepy. Henrietta had a few tears running down her cheeks. Something happened though that she didn't expect.




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“She's a dyke” was a common whisper as she walked by in the halls. But there was no proof. She had been caught, apparently, looking at certain girls' backsides when they wore tight jeans, or at their chests when they wore low-cut tops...either way, it seemed she was either checking them out, or looking disapprovingly at their immodesty. She always dressed respectably. Nonetheless, the high school guys commonly masturbated to fantasies of her in lesbian situations, which can only be expected.

Rita hadn't broken her look at Henrietta. It was solid, hardly blinking, intimidating, a little creepy. Henrietta had a few tears running down her cheeks. Something happened though that she didn't expect.

Rita put her had out, and lightly brushed away the tears. “Hey, its okay. We'll figure something out. How about this? I'll give you more time on your homework (Henrietta looked up hopefully), and a couple times a week you come by my place and I'll talk about the material with you.”
Henrietta didn't know what to say, this was the kindest she'd ever seen Ms. Lawal.....

“Thank you! Thank you soooo much. Oh my gosh. I will definitely learn this stuff Ms. Lawal, there is no...”

Rita stiffened up again. “Don't miss any meetings with me. Don't complain about the work. Do what I say. Everything. And I won't fail you. Understand?”

“Yes, yes...thank you, you are the best!” Henrietta exclaimed, as she picked up her bags and started for the door.


“Just do the work. I'll email you my address. Come by on Thursday night.”

“Okay! Thannkk youuu!” Henrietta's voice trailed off as the door closed behind her.

“See you then Henrietta” Rita said quietly, to herself. Why are you doing this? Rita sat in thought, and looked up at a poster that showed the emperors of Rome. She looked at Tiberius.

Same reason he did I guess.





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“She's a dyke” was a common whisper as she walked by in the halls. But there was no proof. She had been caught, apparently, looking at certain girls' backsides when they wore tight jeans, or at their chests when they wore low-cut tops...either way, it seemed she was either checking them out, or looking disapprovingly at their immodesty. She always dressed respectably. Nonetheless, the high school guys commonly masturbated to fantasies of her in lesbian situations, which can only be expected.

Rita hadn't broken her look at Henrietta. It was solid, hardly blinking, intimidating, a little creepy. Henrietta had a few tears running down her cheeks. Something happened though that she didn't expect.

Rita put her had out, and lightly brushed away the tears. “Hey, its okay. We'll figure something out. How about this? I'll give you more time on your homework (Henrietta looked up hopefully), and a couple times a week you come by my place and I'll talk about the material with you.”
Henrietta didn't know what to say, this was the kindest she'd ever seen Ms. Lawal.....

“Thank you! Thank you soooo much. Oh my gosh. I will definitely learn this stuff Ms. Lawal, there is no...”

Rita stiffened up again. “Don't miss any meetings with me. Don't complain about the work. Do what I say. Everything. And I won't fail you. Understand?”

“Yes, yes...thank you, you are the best!” Henrietta exclaimed, as she picked up her bags and started for the door.


“Just do the work. I'll email you my address. Come by on Thursday night.”

“Okay! Thannkk youuu!” Henrietta's voice trailed off as the door closed behind her.

“See you then Henrietta” Rita said quietly, to herself. Why are you doing this? Rita sat in thought, and looked up at a poster that showed the emperors of Rome. She looked at Tiberius.

Same reason he did I guess.





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“See you then Henrietta” Rita said quietly, to herself. Why are you doing this? Rita sat in thought, and looked up at a poster that showed the emperors of Rome. She looked at Tiberius.

Same reason he did I guess.



The conversation had not been pleasant. Alfred sat facing the couple in his office. The desk separating them. First of all, it had been a surprise that Kole's wife was that hot.

He had money, or at least appeared to, so a gold digger or a trophy wife might be expected, but she was no older than 30, a good 25+ years younger than him. She was on the shorter side, but nicely proportional, and her c-cup boobs looked massive on her. She was blonde with a very pretty face and starry blue eyes, that, though attractive, didn't seem particularly intelligent.

Secondly, it was not so surprising that the accounting had been off.

“Naomi,” Alfred began,

“Lovina” she corrected him, for probably the 3rd or 4th time.

“Lovina. The records here show withdrawals from the 2nd, 4th, and 5th accounts, with no explanation given, except, 'miscellaneous expenditures'.................that might work, if you hadn't taken 30 grand. Come on. And the “travel” budget is outrageous. Everything is outrageous. The IRS will have a field day with this.”

Kole jumped in with comments on the economy, and how people don't buy futons anymore, and Lovina looked distressed. Alfred spoke to all of it. The answer to a failing business is not avoiding taxes by listing personal expenses as business ones.

“With some shuffling, I might be able to hide your errors” Alfred said, with a sigh.
The Johnson both looked at Alfred hopefully. They did not possess even close to the abilities he did, when it came to accounting. They looked crestfallen with his next statement though.

“Its risky for me though, and I should have a pay off for it. I mean, I would charge a lot to organize your accounting records, just as a task by itself, let alone hide tax evasion.”

Alfred stopped talking for a moment. Then said, “Really, if somebody were to report this to the IRS you could see felony charges. I mean this goes back a few years. Its a wonder they haven't caught on to you yet.”

“Wha, who would report it?

Only.........wait......” Kole looked at Alfred, and Alfred looked back at him. “We came to you in confidence Alfred, you know we don't have the money we did, or said we did. There's no point in blackmailing us.” What a world. I got myself into this mess, what can I say?

“Blackmail? If you go to somebody else, and the IRS comes down on you, I don't want it known that I had access to this and didn't report it.”

“Well, what are you getting at?” Kole was waiting for it. He assumed Alfred was going to want an agreement for a share of profits in the company...what else could he want?

“You want profit-share?”      

“Are you kidding me? No way. Maybe some more....... tangible assets.” Alfred looked at Lovina.

“What? Like …..what? Computers?” Kole was really lost. He looked at his wife, who couldn't figure out what Alfred meant. “Do you need a futon?” she asked, in all honesty.



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“Are you kidding me? No way. Maybe some more....... tangible assets.”

Alfred looked at Lovina.

“What? Like …..what? Computers?”

Kole was really lost. He looked at his wife, who couldn't figure out what Alfred meant. “Do you need a futon?” she asked, in all honesty.

“No! I don't want a futon! I don't want rights to your company! By tangible assets I'm referring to your wife of course!” Alfred didn't understand how these people could have owned and operated a company this long.

“Wha, wha, …WHAT?”

Kole's mouth dropped. Lovina just stared at Alfred. Alfred stared at her, making his intent clear.

She spoke very quietly and soberly.........

“You want....me.....to......work as your accountant now?”

Alfred averted his gaze from her to her husband, who, though unbelieving and horrified at what Alfred had said, seemed to be in mental agreement with the accountant that his wife was clearly not helping to forward the conversation.

“What the hell are you talking about?! There's no way I'm giving my wife to you. What does that even mean?” Kole was beginning to become angry. Who is this punk who thinks...

Alfred stood up and walked around the table. “You leave this room, I call the IRS. You don't do what I say, I call the IRS. You do what I say, and give me what I want, and I'll take care of your financial problems.

At least the organizational ones. We might even save the company. But as of now, since you don't really have a choice, your wife's ass is mine.”

Lovina thought Alfred wanted her to work for him, and was confused, until he walked behind her, and sank his hands into her tits. Then she understood clearly.

“Oh my god! Kole! ….. Kole!.....Do something!” Lovina cried, not that loudly, but definitely with force.

Kole looked at Alfred's hands feeling up his wife's breasts, she was trying to turn away from her assailant, but he was much stronger than her, and his hands continued their groping.

Her hands rose to push his away, but he was intent on feeling her up, and there was no way she could stop him.
I brought this on myself. I should beat the crap out of this kid. This kid that's molesting my....wife......But I'm older now, probably couldn't even do that.

She shouldn't be disgraced like this. Look at him.....yanking her shirt open.....my god, I can't just watch her be raped. What should I do? What should I do....think Kole. Think. This is my fault. The guy has to have a heart....but we can't pick up felonies......prison time maybe? I don't know....oh geez he's squeezing her breasts hard, he's going to hurt her if I don't say something....

“Please, Alfred, listen, you can't do this...” Kole weakly put forward....

“ 'Please?!?!!!!?' Alfred....get up and do something!” his wife angrily said to him.

Alfred was barely listening to the old man. He forced Lovina up and pulled her toward the couch.... “If you don't let me down, I'll scream!”

“If you do that I'm reporting you, and believe you me, the government won't look kindly on your theft.” Alfred said, looking her straight in the eyes....

“Alfred...please, just let us go, we'll give you money” Kole pleaded.      

Alfred didn't care about money. He yanked her blouse all the way open and pushed her down onto the couch. She was quiet, except for indigant exhalations of breath, and quick exclamations of shock when he further encroached on her.

Her blouse was open. Within a minute her bra was gone. Lovina wasn't making much noise, but she was struggling against him.

As soon as her boobs started flopping around in the open, and Alfred was working at her skirt, she seemed to get a hold of herself and changed her tone..... “okay, Alfred, listen, let me go.....we'll take care of OH! (his hand squeezed a tit hard), please, please don't hurt me, we just, AHH! (he twisted a nipple)....”

He pulled her back up to a sitting position.

“This is the only way. Sorry. I'm having my fill.”




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