I lifted the hood as far as her nose and tore the gag from her mouth, leaving the hood covering her eyes. Porn sex The cuffs went around the girl’s ankle. I told her she could go to the police if she wanted, who would send her to a hospital for them to do a rape kit on her, something that would put my DNA into a data bank. The girl, who could not see me for the hood but who obviously heard the zipper of my pants and the rustle of my clothes as I took them off, flailed at me with her legs to absolutely no avail whatsoever, except to excite me even further with the sight of her high heel shoes kicked blindly in the air. Motionless. “Was it?” I demanded, shaking her head. She gasped at now seeing for the first time the man who was raping her. Her driver’s license listed her at 5’1” and 95 pounds. Most probably. Nervously, she did as told, and then tensed up as I moved toward her with a pair of handcuffs. Which is a good thing because being caught would mean the big house, and I would not want to go there because I have it on good authority that the life expectancy of sexual predators in prison is quite short.
