We heard the apartment door open. Her other roommate was finally home. I grabbed her arm and told her that it sounds like Johanna “has help now.” ...I pulled her back toward me. “I’m not done with you yet,” I told her while turning her around and pushing her against her dresser. I wrapped my hand around her throat while I slowly pulled her plug out and back in again.She gasped and let out a few “fucks” while I fucked her ass. She noticed the curtains were drawn and onlookers could easily see. She. "Special, does that sound silly?" Not at all, now you know why I like to wear them all the time." But it's not right, I'm a man I shouldn't like this," I said indicatingthe uniform."Now that is just silly. If you like it why shouldn't you wear it? Idon't mind in fact I think you look cute in it so stop worrying." But Tabitha I've not seen you wear this one before." I tend to keep it for very special occasions." Don't you mind me wearing it then?" What's more special than your first time dressed. The door to the living room is ajar, and from within you call my name -not my real name, but the nom de guerre you have chosen for me to use whendressed - and I push it open and walk in. In contrast to the austere andfrankly confrontational bedroom, the living room is furnished withtimeless elegance. Two large easy chairs and a sofa are furnished inplush burgundy velvet, and arranged around a low dark wooden table. Thecarpet is rich, deep, and dark, with a discreet pattern that the eye. . little whitewhore would... that they've already done this... to someone elsebefore... many times... lots of times... and that you're certainly...not their first... as this first bastard... crude... and cruel.. violentrapist... fucks you... and fucks you... and fucks you... repeatedly...driving His dick.. all the way to the balls... slapping... up anddown... between your splayed legs... and against the underside... ofyour upturned... white ass cheeks... fucking you... leisurely rapingyou....