"You little slut!" he laughed, as he pounded his cock into me. "The only thing you enjoy more than one hard cock is two hard cocks. Tell me how much y...ou love my cock!"I hesitated again. The things he wanted me to say were just too personal and embarrassing. He whacked my ass again hard for emphasis"Tell me!" he demanded. He stopped his thrusting motion and pulled his penis out of my vagina. I moaned in frustration, and wiggled my hips about in a vain attempt to find it."Please..." I begged, not. I called after her, ‘Have a nice one!’ She smiled back and said, ‘You too!’ As her door closed behind her, I saw her slipping off her slippers, exposing her RHT nylon-covered feet. Across the top of the wall dividing between the two sides, I could hear walking around the dressing room, placing her clothes in the bamboo clothes basket, and entering the bath area. I did the same and entered the bath area also. Of course, it is mandatory in Japan that everyone takes a complete bath before. But she knew it was something more.Progress.Stormie was careful not to let her horrible tattoo show itself, and the light made the scars on her neck and belly less apparent. Maybe one day she could confront her reflection the way she did her rapist – but not yet.As she gazed, unblinking, she saw the face she’d grown up with, the same eyes that had gazed into her husband’s on their wedding day; that wept for joy when not one, but two miracle babies defied the doctors and her own efforts...No,. She is warm. She breathes. There is a new sensation. Cool. He has moved her leg. This was agreed upon. This follows the rules. But the coolness. The sheet should shield her from the cool. The sheet. The sheet is not where it is supposed to be. Cool between her legs. She is exposed. Truly naked now. Her eyes are closed. She does not see.His eyes are open. There is no way he does not see what is there. Moist. Glistening. So. The rules fade. They are replaced with something more instinctual. And.