"Rick, stop it! " "You're drunk! "She tried kicking him with her bare legs. He grabbed them and pinned her down. He stuck his fingers in her. He was v...ery rough and it hurt. He said "that's it! You wanna get fucked? You're gonna get fucked! " "I bet you've never been fisted, have you? " "Have you? " "Answer me!!! " "Raven was crying hysterically now. "No... "Rick... don't. "please... don't" she begged. He put in 3 fingers. That was very tight, then he forced 4 in and then he tried pushing his. When they jumped into the truck, they didn’t even ask about the door being ajar. However, with a tentative sniff from both of them I felt I’d been found out. I blushed, but neither one of them said anything. “No movies?” I asked. “Nah, we couldn’t agree on anything.” replied Scott with a tone that brooked no futher inquiries. We went straight home and Scott immediately retired to their bedroom. I could tell Chris was on the fence about whether or not he should go upstairs and work. She was still just as frilly and as beautiful as I remembered. She was also full of news, some of which was actually useful to my tasks since she had heard British officers and leading Tories discuss their plans to rescue the army at a recent party one of her paramours had given. I sat on her father's broad lawn drinking his whisky in the shade of an old oak, and she bubbled happily with her neighborhood news. Finally we got to her own troubles and revelations."My husband was killed, about two. Fully engrossed in her fantasy, which by the way if he knew, he would have liked to wring her little neck. Just on the brink of very sweet orgasm, she heard his low, deep voice say, "Juliana, What are you doing ?" Her eyes sprung open and she let out a yelp, both thankful and terrified to see it was him. His blues eyes had chilled and heated her in one flash. Holy shit, yikes and fuck! She knew that look and what it meant. Impulsively, Juliana blushed and giggled, hoping she could charm her way.