I needed a wash on my face lest I wouldn't be able to purge out the distracting, gorgeous, face of my nemesis.When I got to the bathroom door, I notic...ed the light coming from the gap below. Some shuffling sound permeated from behind the door. Someone must be inside. Not wanting to go back to my bed, I leaned over the banister and waited for whomever was inside the bathroom to finish.Then my head was beginning to fuck with me. Molly's velvety moan cut through the silence of the night. I shook my. She’d grunted, groaned, yelped, told him ‘No’ and asked him not to hurt her. He’d pulled down her underwear, he’d finger fucked her multiple times with multiple fingers. Her hair had been pulled and her head banged here and there, him spitting threats whilst he did it. At last, he’d finally stuck his cock in her.The first time he penetrated her, he did it vaginally, roughly there on the wooden floor. She’d been in tears by this point, the hitting having finally gotten to her. Him inside her. Marie could hear them, and now panic turned to terror. The twisting feeling in her stomach made her feel sick and her head started to whirl thinking: can I run? Where can I go?, but it was too late, and the youths were now in front of her, blocking way. "I said sup baby, wanna party?" said the tallest one, reaching out and pawing at Marie's hair and shoulders "No thanks, I've got to get home, thanks" she replied, trying to push past as gently as she could "Aww come on baby, we just bein. I enjoy you, and I don’t think of you as a slave. I don’t think about bossing you around or doing painful stuff to you. I think of you more as my partner who has an area that isn’t a strength, and that you depend on me to take care of you. In return, you take care of my being oversexed and needing an abnormal amount of fucking.“It’s kind of like my mom not being able to deal with pressure. Mostly she puts the pressure on herself, but if mom feels pressured, she falls apart. Things like being.