I can no longer hold back my desire. I hold back the urge to scream as I put my other hand around her neck, holding her down as I pull my hand free. I... grab her by the ankles and tuck her legs under my shoulders.My passions boiling over it takes all of my self control to hold back the urge to bring my arms around her legs, wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze the life out of her. Instead I compose myself, taking a quick look at my hand to make sure she didn’t bite a chunk out of it I take a. ..Two weeks and 2,000 miles later, I sat in a big chair, looking away from my arm. I winced as the nurse pierced my vein and started to draw blood. Once the needle was in, I could open my eyes again, which was good given how pretty the skinny little blonde with the needle looked, with large but not unnatural looking breasts proudly on display. She was the assistant to the company doctor, Mike Jones.Doc J, everyone called him; a middle-aged man who reminded me of Bobby from Dallas (back in the. I am about 5 feet and weigh about hundred pounds. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I have had a boyfriend for about two years. I don't know if he is the one, but we certainly love each other. We've been having sex since I was seventeen. My mother really likes my boyfriend.I've been going to a local college and taking classes. I'm not sure what I exactly want to do yet, but have been taking business classes. You really don't need to choose a major right away. My mother said to go to the. I could almost feel my intestines tearing apart! But DAMN, this was fucking amazing!“FUCK ME, MAN!” I yelled. “FUCKIN’ HURT ME, YEAH! RAPE THAT ASS, NIGGA!”“FUCKIN’ NASTY BITCH!” he screamed at me. The verbal abuse was just making me enjoy it more, and I’m sure he knew it. Harder and rougher he raped me, shouting profanities at me and slapping me in the head. I was DEFINITELY feeling like I truly was his bitch now, and the more pain shot through my body, the happier I was! He had stamina.