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“Hi, I’m Steve, we met at the party?” the tall guy announced as Sophie opened the door at the first sound of the buzzer, “May I come in?”
Sophie had just got home from work and still had her smart jacket, shirt and work skirt on. This was totally out of order. “For the avoidance of doubt, This is what rape is,” he said quietly and forced Sophie’s jacket off her shoulders and down her back trapping her arms. Sophie proudly played the part of Martha’s slave, naked and bound allowing Martha’s girl friends to finger her, fondle her breasts and anything else they wanted. “Are you sure you are gay? She grabbed Steve’s buttocks and pulled him towards her and waves of pleasure began to wash over her once more. Her pussy was wet by the time Steve pressed his cock at her yielding pussy lips, it felt good, she hated it. often Martha would put down the brush and go down on Sophie on a whim.
