The others see there no reaction, so they start touching me as well. I feel their hands rubbing over my clothing and some have already started to open... my blouse and trousers. I realize I'm being raped but I can't do anything else then look at the pictures of me on the screen. I feel hands sliding over my ass, my thighs, my stomach, my breasts. But it seems like I'm paralyzed by the images of me before my eyes. Someone has unbuttoned my jeans and I feel it slide down my legs. My blouse is also. Let it happen.“Give it to me, Elf! Your ass is mine and I want it!”He has folded his thumb to meet his hand now. The pressure is slow and careful, but relentless, as he continues to press into me. Each tiny increment seems much larger than it could possibly be in reality. I can feel his knuckles against my taut and straining asshole. I am about to be ripped open. I will myself to relax, but that does no good. If anything, I clamp down harder. I am not sure how much more of this I can. I wonder what he meant by maybe tomorrow?Next morning, I got up, Linda was up as well and she was wearing her nightgown. I asked if she was going to wear that all day, she said maybe. I left for work, before I left, I turned on the digital recorder. For about 2 hours, Linda was working on her story, then I heard the door bell. She left, about 5 minutes later I heard her come back in talking to Rob. I heard Rob say, I love you in that nightgown with nothing under it. I heard the futon springs as. “No, that’s just a wine and the sound of the waves.”“Nice try, darling, but you can’t hide from me anymore,” she replied smugly while taking a sip from her glass.“Yes dear,” Adrian sighed with a smile before emptying his own.Adrian and Jenny sprinted out of the Boston Museum of Science with the security guards chasing them. They were leaving behind a trail of souvenirs as the paper bags were ripped to shreds in their hands. Police sirens could be heard in the distance as the cops drove as fast.