Her excited nipples seemed to be pointing slightly away from each other and the valley between them was deep and quivering. I failed. They were beauti...ful, and I felt myself hardening."Oops, sorry," she said. "Forgot they were hanging out." She reached back and found the top of a string bikini and looped it on and then adjusted her boobs in the tiny triangles of cloth and grinned at me. "Better, huh. Now you can look at me. They've been a problem for about a year now."I nodded and licked my. And Linda agreed when I told her that, while "guys aren't supposed to be able to rape sluts, she'd be treated like a dirty, filthy no-good whore/slut, slapped around and hurt a little, as well as verbally bashed to an endless degree while she was fuck-bashed." Going back to what I earlier said, though, the fuck-hole could take my characterization of her as a compliment, because I'll proudly confess to an extremely sexist and low opinion of all consenting, adult women as nothing but trashy. As he looked down at me, I looked up at him and touched his leg. He shifted on the desk, moving his leg towards me and exposing his crotch. Whether I met to or not, I stared at his still clothed cock. Then surprised myself by running my hand up and rubbing his thigh. The rest was a heated, lustful blur. He slid off the desk and stood before me as I pulled at his waistband. Pulling them down, his manly cock sprang out. Not at all like the boys I had seen or knew before, he was hairy and thick,. "I want you to feel this. I want you to know it's me that fucks you."The door to the torture chamber opened at that moment. Olaf entered to stand in front of her. His face held a strange expression that stopped Gerhardt instantly. Muttering a string of oaths, he stepped away from Camille, walked around the table and left the room.Camille tried to pull herself upright, horrified when the butler moved around behind her. She felt his hand on her back, holding her in place. Whimpering softly, she.