He partied at the house every weekend with my dad, he began to stay over nights, and then demanded I bring him a towel into the shower. These small in...stances began to accumulate doubt in my mind. Eventually the tension between us culminated when my parents left us with him for the weekend. When night came, and the house was quiet, he made a beeline to my room, I could hear his drunk shuffle outside my door and I knew what was coming. The first rape was the most painful, I cried the rest of the. I have been busy this week finalizing the art work for the fall woman's fashion like had little or no time for myself. I pampered myslef yesterday, lounged around the pool for a while. took a long bubble bath, did my nails, did a little shopping (so hot out). Went to bed early and woke up around 4 AM. Laying in bed wearing a bright yellow teddy and matching ruffled panties thinking of sucking a cock and getting a load of cum gushed down my throat my little limp clitlet stated to twitch and leak. What’s wrong with you?” Then I felt the cold blade as it was inserted between my skin and the bra I was wearing and with a quick flick of the knife man’s hand the fabric separated. My bra snapped open in the middle and my restrained breasts swung free. The man Holding the knife gasped and remarked, “Oh!, man! Did you ever see tits like these?”. And then he put his free hand up to my left breast and began squeezing it and rubbing his fingers across the nipple. Then the bastard held his knife to. " You don't think my work has been my relationship, too?" he asked softly. "Painting is a solitary task. I sometimes have models but they are not really interacting with me like that."I fixed him with a smirk. "Well, you did have a girlfriend." Karen," he said with a knowing nod. "Well, that was a mistake from almost the first day, and I knew it. She modeled for me, and I was weak. Maybe a bit lonely, too. She pushed and pushed, and out of my loneliness, I let the relationship develop when I.