Raped Before Dinner
The music pounded in my ears following the rhythmic chopping of red-skinned potatoes. Lightly tossed in oil, herbs and placed in the oven to join the already cooking chicken. The smell of the freshly baked bread lay heavy on the air as I finished setting the table. 5:40 just 30 more minutes till he is home. Started quickly washing the dishes and a stubborn stain had my full attention. A hard hand covered my mouth. I jumped jerking back into the rock-hard body behind me. “Do you always cook naked?” He grunted into my ears and pushed his free hand onto my huge boobs. I screamed into his hand and he squeezed hard. “Hmmm nipple piercings. I know you were a slut. Bet you are getting wet to.” I bucked against him but he twisted …