As my level of desperation was increasing little by little. The man had come to fix the kitchen plumbing, a job that turned out to be much more complicated than it seemed at first, and therefore also more expensive. I was alone in the house with this man, while my husband had gone out to find an ATM to get cash to pay him. But as he kept delaying, the man's work was finally coming to an end.
With the excuse of a coffee break, when he had finally finished the job, I managed to gain some time, hoping that my husband would return as soon as possible, but the minutes were dragging on and he didn't give any signs of appearing. To make things even worse, I also realized how this man was getting more impatient by the minute.
I tried, with kindness and innocence, to improve the atmosphere that was starting to form there, but little by little, the impatience, now almost transformed into anger in the man, began to gain ground. Eventually his patience ended, and very heatedly he started threatening that if I didn't pay him soon, he wouldn't just destroy all the repairs he had made, but also file a complaint. My fear had already turned into terror, and all my attempts to calm him down failed.
Very menacingly, he came up close and took me firmly by the arm, in the desperation of the moment I could only think about the violence that this man would unleash on me. To my surprise, he stayed quiet and silent, looking at me while still holding my arm tightly. I begged him not to hurt me and to be patient, saying that my husband would return soon with his money, but in his anger he no longer believed me. Little by little, without saying a word, he placed his other hand delicately on my face, and slowly began to lower it until it rested on my chest, where he started massaging it slightly. I couldn't speak, I was just frozen in place, with a knot in the throat. His gaze and that unpleasant smile told me the only thought in his head. He was gasping in agony, knowing what was to come and that he couldn't do anything to stop it.
I had opened my shirt and lifted my corset, exposing my breasts. He leaned over them, licking and massaging them with desperation. I remained motionless, completely terrified and unsure of what to do.
He stepped back a few feet from me and, to my horror, saw him open his pants and pull out his member. I covered my face with my hands and tried to move away, but he approached me, placed his hand on my shoulder, and applying considerable force made me kneel on the floor. I was disgusted and terrified; all I wanted was to get away from it. But he pressed down on my neck, forcing my head into his crotch, and without being able to stop him, he forced himself inside my mouth. I could feel that hard and hot thing moving inside me, and I couldn't move because of the force he applied to my head.
Finally, when he let go of me, I managed to get away from him and move a little further back, still on the floor, and wiped my mouth with my trembling hand, holding back tears and nausea.
Before I could recover, he approached me violently again and took my arm, forcing me to stand up. Then he turned me around, making me face away from him. I stood still for a moment, feeling his hand pass over my booty, first caressing it and then moving up to my back. He pressed hard on me, bending me and leaving my chest stuck to the table. And again, savagely, he pulled down my pants and underwear. I clenched my fists and eyes, holding back a scream when I felt him enter my body from behind. With one hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist, he was forcing himself into me with all his strength, making everything shake. The table where I was, while groaning fiercely.
Kneeling on the floor, still semi-naked, had my hands over my face, hiding my sadness and shame, I could feel him adjusting his clothes, gathering his tools, and in silence of the house.And how was everything?The man asks with a smile as he approaches the plumber coming out of the house.All good my friend, a perfect bum has the flat one.He responded, also laughing, while pointing with his thumb towards the back, at the house.And yes, I told you, does it cost much?
No, a bunch of nonsense, I didn't even get to scream yet, it's already over with.
Yes, it's half gay, I told you it would be easy.
And yes, as for the kitchen, stay calm because I already left everything set up, it's going to run wonderfully now, anything I left a spare in case of doubts, but everything has to run wonderfully now, or if anything goes wrong let me know.
Come on, come on, there are no problems, greetings and thanks for everything.
No, thank you to you.The two men greeted each other with a friendly and warm hug, then the plumber walked away until he got into his pickup truck, and the man walked towards the entrance of the door, stopped for a few moments, made a serious expression on his face and then entered the house.
With the excuse of a coffee break, when he had finally finished the job, I managed to gain some time, hoping that my husband would return as soon as possible, but the minutes were dragging on and he didn't give any signs of appearing. To make things even worse, I also realized how this man was getting more impatient by the minute.
I tried, with kindness and innocence, to improve the atmosphere that was starting to form there, but little by little, the impatience, now almost transformed into anger in the man, began to gain ground. Eventually his patience ended, and very heatedly he started threatening that if I didn't pay him soon, he wouldn't just destroy all the repairs he had made, but also file a complaint. My fear had already turned into terror, and all my attempts to calm him down failed.
Very menacingly, he came up close and took me firmly by the arm, in the desperation of the moment I could only think about the violence that this man would unleash on me. To my surprise, he stayed quiet and silent, looking at me while still holding my arm tightly. I begged him not to hurt me and to be patient, saying that my husband would return soon with his money, but in his anger he no longer believed me. Little by little, without saying a word, he placed his other hand delicately on my face, and slowly began to lower it until it rested on my chest, where he started massaging it slightly. I couldn't speak, I was just frozen in place, with a knot in the throat. His gaze and that unpleasant smile told me the only thought in his head. He was gasping in agony, knowing what was to come and that he couldn't do anything to stop it.
I had opened my shirt and lifted my corset, exposing my breasts. He leaned over them, licking and massaging them with desperation. I remained motionless, completely terrified and unsure of what to do.
He stepped back a few feet from me and, to my horror, saw him open his pants and pull out his member. I covered my face with my hands and tried to move away, but he approached me, placed his hand on my shoulder, and applying considerable force made me kneel on the floor. I was disgusted and terrified; all I wanted was to get away from it. But he pressed down on my neck, forcing my head into his crotch, and without being able to stop him, he forced himself inside my mouth. I could feel that hard and hot thing moving inside me, and I couldn't move because of the force he applied to my head.
Finally, when he let go of me, I managed to get away from him and move a little further back, still on the floor, and wiped my mouth with my trembling hand, holding back tears and nausea.
Before I could recover, he approached me violently again and took my arm, forcing me to stand up. Then he turned me around, making me face away from him. I stood still for a moment, feeling his hand pass over my booty, first caressing it and then moving up to my back. He pressed hard on me, bending me and leaving my chest stuck to the table. And again, savagely, he pulled down my pants and underwear. I clenched my fists and eyes, holding back a scream when I felt him enter my body from behind. With one hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist, he was forcing himself into me with all his strength, making everything shake. The table where I was, while groaning fiercely.
Kneeling on the floor, still semi-naked, had my hands over my face, hiding my sadness and shame, I could feel him adjusting his clothes, gathering his tools, and in silence of the house.And how was everything?The man asks with a smile as he approaches the plumber coming out of the house.All good my friend, a perfect bum has the flat one.He responded, also laughing, while pointing with his thumb towards the back, at the house.And yes, I told you, does it cost much?
No, a bunch of nonsense, I didn't even get to scream yet, it's already over with.
Yes, it's half gay, I told you it would be easy.
And yes, as for the kitchen, stay calm because I already left everything set up, it's going to run wonderfully now, anything I left a spare in case of doubts, but everything has to run wonderfully now, or if anything goes wrong let me know.
Come on, come on, there are no problems, greetings and thanks for everything.
No, thank you to you.The two men greeted each other with a friendly and warm hug, then the plumber walked away until he got into his pickup truck, and the man walked towards the entrance of the door, stopped for a few moments, made a serious expression on his face and then entered the house.
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