“Good,” whispered Pussycat, who turned towards me. “She’s all yours now.”
She gave me a condom and sat on the side of the bed as her job there was done. This was the time when Hardlovergirl started to sense that there was something wrong going on. She tried to free herself, but it was all in vain. I smiled under my scarf. I pulled down my trousers, rolled the condom onto my rock hard c**k, and forced her legs apart. She struggled, resisting, but my arms proved to be stronger than the dancer’s muscles. That training spree I had when Mary left wasn’t useless after all.
“You’re terrified,” I growled to Hardlovergirl, who tried to disguise her fear but couldn’t.
“Let me go! Now!” she yelled.
“Shut up!” I shouted, but my voice was absorbed by the pounding music.
Pussycat, accompanied by a
