Little swimmers ecstasy

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Alice stared at Bert and anger poured out of her like hot lead out of a mold. She was surprised that he couldn't feel it. Bert was standing by the bed, his legs spread, holding a towel over his shoulder.

"Well," Alice snapped. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Bert just smiled. He stood there so smug, so naked, with his cock hanging over his swollen balls that she couldn't help hating him for the fucking monster he really was. And this was the man she had trusted with her career, with her life! God, what a fucking monster he was.

"Say something," she ordered. Her will to fight was dead. "I won't tell the police," she said reassuringly. "They'll never know."

"Fucking right they won't," Bert replied. He stared back down at her and laughed cruelly. "No way, cunt. You're going to stay here and do what you're supposed to do or you know what will happen. Besides," and he chuckled as if he knew something she didn't, "you can't do anything about it." As if to prove the point, he whipped the towel off his shoulder and snapped the end against her breast.

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