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showed a head and shoulders shot of a man about ten years her
senior.
    He was had a slender face, and boyishly cut
hair with bangs spilling untidily across his forehead. He wore a
crisp, expensive suit and tie, and had an impatient look on his
face which quickly changed to surprise, then amusement as he
watched what was laid out before him. His blue eyes flickered down
to the thick bottle Hannah was slowly pushing deeper into her sex,
and narrowed with interest and hunger.
    He made no sound as he watched the thick
bottle slide in, then out, in, and out, pushing and twisting,
deeper and deeper as Hannah gasped with excitement, heat, and
effort. He could not see her face, but only her breasts and body,
but what he could see was more than sufficient to keep his
attention.
    *
    The first man pushed himself into her as she
squirmed on the counter, her bare buttocks sliding across the damp
surface. He was soon deep inside her, her belly straining to
accommodate his massive cock as he thrust in and out, moving slowly
at first due to his size, but leaning into her and moving faster
and faster as she gasped and moaned in helpless pain and pleasure.
She was slumped back on the counter, her bottom at the edge as his
big cock slid into her, and then he leaned in and kissed her again,
crushing her lips once more as his hips ground against her.
    Then, abruptly, she was in the shower,
standing bent forward, forced face-first against the cool, shining
tiles, her legs spread. One of the other men was behind her, the
one with long hair past his shoulders. He was nude, as nude as she
was, and he growled as he jerked back on her hips and pushed
himself into her from behind.
    *
    Hannah gasped as she quickly rolled over on
the bed, raising her bottom high, knees spread wide. She jammed her
face into the pillows, reaching beneath her with both hands. One
gripped the bottle, thrusting it in and out, while the other
fingered her swollen, burning clit. She ground her hips back,
visualizing the workman taking her from behind, his hands on her
breasts, his hips slapping against her buttocks his big cock
thrusting deep into her belly.
    God, he was deep! She forced the
bottle in hard, not caring that it hurt. The pain only made her
more aroused as she rolled her hips and whimpered excitedly.
    She forced herself up, gasping, legs spread.
In her mind she was on the third man, riding his cock, riding up
and down as her breasts hung over his face and his hands reached
for them. The bottle was beneath her, and she rode it, shuddering,
trembling as she sank down hard. When she was really excited she
could get the entire bottle inside her. It was over ten inches, but
she had most of it in now, and as she jammed herself down upon it
and squeezed her breasts she felt the orgasm approaching and then
threw her face forward, burying it against the pillows as she came,
as she cried out again and again, grinding and bucking and jerking
against the bed, against the bottle, against her fingers, as
seething waves of sexual heat and pleasure rolled over her.
    Slowly, her body stopped its desperate
movements, and went still, gasping, moaning. Hannah slowly half
rolled over, groaning as the heaviness in her lower belly, at the
strained feeling in her pussy. She rolled onto her back, at last,
laying still, legs sprawled untidily out to either side, chest
heaving.
    “Well, that was quite an interesting
introduction, Miss Quinn.”
    Hannah's eyes abruptly widened. She hadn't
hear that?! Had she?!
    She jerked upright, staring towards the
stairs, but no one was there, no one was in the room. And then her
eyes lit on the television, and the man there who could almost be
looking at her.
    “My name is Robert Carling,” he said. “I
called to welcome you to Carling Manor and to discuss your ideas
for the library.”
     
     
     

Chapter Two
     
     
     
     
    Hannah stared at the image in disbelief, jaw
open, frozen, a sudden shocking suspicion filling her mind, one
which she was too