He kicked my legs further apart again. He didn’t phone me, email or even publish some sort of rebuke to my story on the website itself – which I suppose surprised me (he can tend to be an underhand, crafty fucker). xxx sex I could feel him fumbling behind me, then I felt his cock semi-erect against my inner thigh – but I felt no threat. I started to try to kick at him back and sideways, till he warned me, ‘Keep that up and I’ll tape your legs so wide apart you’ll think you’re doing the fucking splits!’ His hands flew around from behind me, grabbed the lapels of my blouse and ripped the garment apart. ‘In a way, quite a bit more. I could move and walk – I even kicked at him, fruitlessly – but my range was limited to the arc of the door. George would be the first person I would contact. You could mess up both our lives and our careers. Yep, I reckon an invitation for an evening of erotic viewing would have him coming in his pants. The pain was agonising as his other hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. ‘Where are they? He had bodily pulled me by the waist backwards till both halves of my body were at right angles to one another.
