But more than that, I wanted to protect myself, to purify myself of the horror and degradation of it all. I wanted to show him I was better than all h...is filth, to save myself from where he was wanting to take me. So I shouted, ‘You’ll never fuck me again, you bastard! No man will ever fuck me again. I swear, as God is my witness’ – and I know I shouldn’t have sworn, Father: I shouldn’t have said anything like that, but, God forgive me, I did – ‘I swear that no man will ever fuck this cunt again. I called his number and gave him an idea of what I wanted, and my address and he said he'd be around the following Thursday at eight am. That morning I rose early, showered and dressed myself appropriately to meet Alan Swanton. I didn't bother with shoes or stockings and I didn't bother to put on any knickers either. I found an old black skirt in the wardrobe that I hadn't worn for years as it was a bit too short but now I felt was perfect. I pulled it on and when I bent down I could see my. She couldn't help it . He had given get the fucking of her life just a few nights earlier . She wanted to get his cell number so we could make arrangements to see him again . But she had to do it with out anyone noticing . She made an excuse to go to his office and left her desk . She told her co worker that she wouldn't be back until after lunch . She walked down the stairs to the floor below where kenny's office was . It's kinda out of the way and surrounded by office supplies she knocked on. He didn’t give her a second’s thought. Staring deep into her eyes he exhaled shakily, and then thrust his entire glorious member up into her hot wet velvet grip. She gasped in pleasure as he thrust into her, and then bit her lip as a sharp pain hit her as he stretched her a few inches. He sheathed his steel inside her to the hilt, groaning at how tight she was, at how hard she gripped him, pulling him in deeper. She whimpered, and his eyes flashed to her face, which was contorted with pain as.