Lady In The House Ch. 12

Danny huffed and puffed as he climaxed and Angie, collapsing in the corner of the doorway, could only issue muffled squeals of repugnance and despair as stream after stream of her assailant's repugnant sperm splashed over her face, clothing and legs.

Danny, ever the professional, despite his sexual peccadilloes, reached again for the cell-phone and snapped a couple of pictures of Angie as she sprawled in the corner of the doorway, her hosiery and knickers around her knees, her skirt and slip hiked up to reveal her privates and her face, body and legs covered in ropes of his sticky white semen. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face into his crotch and took a couple of pictures his cock rubbing against her heavily made up face. Then he pushed her back into the corner and pushed his cock back into his jeans and slipped the cell-phone back into his pocket.

"I don't have to tell you what will happen if you report this do I Angie? I think me and Steve have made ourselves quite clear on that," he whispered, sounding more dangerous than ever.

"I'm going to leave now. Fix yourself up, get home to your daughter, think about what I said will happen if you go to the authorities; and make an appointment to visit your brother in Chelmsford. You've got a lot to talk about I suspect," Danny said sarcastically and had the cheek to give Angie a wave and smile before he sauntered out of the doorway and disappeared into the night.

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In Chelmsford prison, I was fast asleep in my cell, blissfully unaware what had happened to my sister as the result of my failure to comply with the demands of 'Iron Bar' Steve.

To be continued.............