As she wriggled her arms once more she became aware that she could feel a little give in the ropes. She looked around. On the far side of the cellar, ...a hook held ropes from the cellar's hoist. Anch felt sure that if she could get to it, the combination of her struggles and the sharp hook could free her. Slowly she started to move herself across the floor of the cellar. Eventually she managed to shuffle herself close to the foot of the wall beneath the hook. Turning around, she levered herself. No not exploring, raping, he was doing what he wanted to do to her. Oh how she had missed this. She felt his face leave her only to be replaced by his huge fucking dick. God she though he is going to fuck me right here on the stairs. She could feel herself coming close to climax as he started to rub his cock around her womanhood, then suddenly he was pushing forward and speaking in such a guttural tone, “I have wanted to do this for months!” And he entered her pushing into her cunt. It was too. Being the brazen, cocky, and smug hockey player I am I pipe up, "Holy shit, if all the coffee shops greet their customers with an ass like that I am sold on this place."Much to my pleasure the person connect to the sculpted piece of art stood up and before me was a strawberry blonde beauty staring me straight in the eye. Her hair was the middle of her back, waved, and cascading down off her shoulders like a Celtic goddess. Her breasts though only slightly on the small side at a 'B' cup were. She pressed again, and I could feel my asshole stretching even more. She was so thick I knew it would be hard, but as she continued to push I was surprised by how much it hurt. She withdrew a little bit and then pushed again, working our improvised saliva lube to make it smoother. As she pushed in again I knew my ass was stretched to its max. I stared up at her, gasping for air a little bit. She was intensely concentrating on my ass and didn’t notice me looking at her. Again she withdrew and.