"But dearest," he answered sarcastically, "the night is still very young." He turned her around bruskly so that her back was to him and began to take small bites at the nape of her neck. The feel of his tongue on her neck sickened her. His fingers played with the lips of her bruised v****a and then entered her secret passage. His stiff c**k probed between the back of her thighs searching for the opening in between her legs.
"Please," she cried, "I'm much too sore. You've had what you wanted. Please leave me alone."
"Listen, you b***h!" he hissed, "do you want those pictures or don't you. It would be just as easy to see that the old man upstairs gets them!"
Sandy's entire body contracted in anger. She knew he could do anything he wanted until she at last had those pictures in her possess
