The salad and wine and cheese were great, but the air was filled with tension."Come on I said, let' clean up the dishes, we'll finish the wine, sit on... the sofa and we can spend the rest of the evening just talking if you want."That's how the evening started; we talked about the fight, her growing up, and her life with Lisa. How she first got interested in boxing. She even told me that when they were growing up, that she and Lisa used to spar together, until Lisa became too much for her to. I pulled the belt from my slacks and as I did, another envelope fell to the floor. I opened it up in sheer wonder at how he got the envelopes into my purse and now my slacks without me even knowing about it. I opened it and found another note similar to the first one. "I hope you forgive me," he wrote. "I have this fantasy about you and I together. You may want to be naked and lying on your bed when you read this. Just lie back and close your eyes and let your imagination take over."I turned it. She had absolutely no control, Livia realized. No control at all, they could strictly do anything to her body, without her consent, and with no hope of release in view.Her mind turned to despair, slowly, hour by hour, green cock by green cock, filthy seed meal after filthy seed meal. The unstoppable line of contenders and ensuing penetrations and orgasms that were inflicted upon her made it impossible to properly focus. That raw stench of sex and filthy seed everywhere was punching her mind;. Her legs were pretzelled into a cross-legged sitting position, and Benji was sitting close enough that her knee was touching his thigh. It made her feel all warm where they touched. He probably didn’t care, or didn’t notice—most likely, it was unintentional, and didn’t mean anything. She was no Maisy, after all, even if he did find her attractive.At some point in the night, Delilah had gotten so drunk that when Benji had talked about finding a nice girl, she’d stood up and grabbed Roseanne’s.