Le due ragazze erano perfettamente complementari: Jane, fisico asciutto, capelli mori, occhi marroni, sempre impeccabile, con il suo carattere riserva...to, a tratti quasi timido, e con il suo fare aristocratico; Rebecca, lunghi capelli biondi, occhi azzurri, fisico generoso e un seno prorompente che non disdegnava di mettere in mostra in più di un'occasione, con il suo carattere decisamente più estroverso e spesso esuberante. Entrambe comunque sempre eleganti, irreprensibili e brillanti. Any thoughts that came to mind were unpleasant. I didn't want to think about the rape and humiliation I've been subjected to already. But our uncertain future was even more difficult to contemplate. There seemed to be no end to our ordeal in sight. There was no way of telling how long the rape and humiliation might continue.I wasn't sure how we could survive this. But I knew that I didn't want to die. The problem was that I couldn't see this ending any other way. These two men had nothing to. Full of warmth and just like myself, quite geeky and funny.We started to spend more and more time together. Drinking wine and going out always as a pair of friends until some sort of a shift happened. After a while it started to be fairly evident she had a crush on me. When asked bluntly (wouldn't be me...) she smiled and replied "maybe...". Not long ago later we came back to this. Apparently, she barely could wait for me...- Do you really want it? - I asked.- Only if it stays the same - she. ? With a squelching sound, his prick was onceagain thrust into her.? She caught aglimpse of Merlin in the corner, his hands under his robes, a jerking motionevident beneath the fabric.? She squeezedher eyes shut at the sight.? The only manshe hated more than her brother was the old conjurer.?Tell me you want me.? Tell me you love me.?? Arthur?s breath was hot in her ear.? She could feel her muscles tightening aroundhis prick, feeling herself on the threshold of coming.? His hands were at her.