She’s alone in the house when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone, she was moping and sad for a love lost and didn’t really want to talk with anyone.
She went downstairs to open the door, she opened but couldn’t see anyone. Suddenly someone grabbed her by the throat – it was him and he looked pissed. He came in the house, his hand still around her throat, he forced her against the wall. He looked her in the eyes as his hands went between her legs. He let out a short laugh, “you’re soaking, you slut, you’re enjoying this”. She refused to answer him, she wouldn’t give him the pleasure of answering. He slapped her face, “answer me whore. You’re enjoying this”. She moaned, “Yes, sir,” while he was pumping his fingers in her pussy. She tried to squirmed out of his grip, but with no avail as he put a blindfold on her.