“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“No.” Wrong answer. Sex “Dear Dani, this will soon be over.” Slowly I slid my cock up her tortured tube. I raised the belt. We fitted the chain around her naked waist and clipped it tight. “You remember the drill,” I said, stopping half way in. Say ‘Yes’.”
She bowed her head, was silent for almost a moment too long, then said, very quietly, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, you’re going to fuck me.”
“Fine,” I said, grabbing her nipples between thumbs and index fingers, squeezing, then rolling them. Make me believe you like it!”
“Uh, ah,” she grunted in time to his thrusting and her forced bucking. He pulled her panties down and took off the waist chain, pulling the crotch links roughly across her slit and up over her clit. Then slowly nodded. Very nice. I could feel them already. As she was unlocking her door Hal and I rushed up her stairs and pushed her inside the apartment. Don’t make it too easy. I slapped her face hard and then punched her in the stomach. That’s no fun. “And here’s your package,’ he said, handing me a fat envelope. When I laid the last dollup on her clit top she wriggled and then thrashed and then screamed.
