Am I working for. Sex vedio . . . . . . …a serial rapist? “Wha, wha, …WHAT?” Mark’s mouth dropped. Look at him. . …yanking her shirt open. . …my god, I can’t just watch her be raped. I’m having my fill.”
Mark looked sadly on. * * * * * *
Bianca was sitting at her desk. His hands moving towards her stomach, then up to squeeze her breasts as best he could (they were pinned beneath her). …then heading back to grab her hips again. Damn, his cock is getting even bigger. Everything. It had been an interesting evening. Johnson! Mark! “I’ll also use my extensive costs to cover some of your irregularities, which you won’t have to actually pay me financially, but I will be demanding of your wife’s body.”
John looked at the woman in front of him, and at Mark. John spoke to all of it. “If you don’t let me down, I’ll scream!”
“If you do that I’m reporting you, and believe you me, the government won’t look kindly on your theft.” John said, looking her straight in the eyes. … “She’s a dyke” was a common whisper as she walked by in the halls. “Ohhh, something tells me your screwed Jamie. . …” a friend told her as they all stood up. Pleassssse…” Jamie begged. “Fuck that.” He whispered very very softly in her ear…
