this bitch is yours

You press 'demand' and ring the doorbell at the same moment. *What does this little bitch think she's doing hiding?* you ask yourself angrily and bang more wildly on the door. "Open up! I know you're there!" You shout audibly excited and angry. "Open up or I'll give you a G!" You yell through the door. Your pounding knock makes the door shake. After some time of knocking, you feel the door unlock. The door slowly opens a crack. Unrestrained, you push the door open. Lena stumbles back a few steps and looks at you fearfully. You grin wickedly and greedily as you examine her from head to toe. She looks a bit smaller than in the picture. With her outfit, she had probably tried to hide her body. But the miniskirt and the coat, too warm for the time of year, made for just the opposite.

"Isn't the coat a little warm?" You ask a little smarmily, leaving no doubt about what you want. She shakes her head sheepishly and takes another step back. You give the door a light push and it closes with a loud clack. "You're mine anyway if that's what I want." You say. This little mouse makes you really horny. Your first thought that after Annkatrin there is a lull in your pants, but now he is almost standing again, like a one. "So why do you want to hide? You can't escape me anyway." You laugh in her face and walk very slowly and with pleasure towards her. She tries to keep her distance from you and keeps backing away.

"Please my sister warned me about the aces and told me not to show myself." She sounds pleading and afraid. Two more steps and her back is against the wall.

On the floor is her cell phone. You see the big message. 'Requested by Doe' with a picture of you underneath. You point to the cell phone. "You know what this means?" You ask, taking another step. She backs away and nods hesitantly. "You have to do everything I say....so take off your coat." You demand adamantly.

She sobs, slowly opening her coat. It slides gently over her shoulders, revealing a sharp, skin-tight, spaghetti top. "Please...please don't...I didn't do anything." She stammers. But your eyes only see the next victim of your lust. Slowly you approach and your fingers are already itching to just feel her up. She tries to get even further away and presses herself against the wall. The coat is just hanging on her wrists. You reach out and grab her breast. You touch it just as she starts to cry. "Please, I'm not a white widow..." You falter for a moment. *What is a white widow supposed to be?* you ask yourself. But her chest feels too gorgeous for that thought to keep you away for long.

Her breasts aren't huge, but her young ass is damn tight. "Please...I'm a virgin after all and really not a white widow like my sister." She howls, sobbing.