I imagine Jacob as a librarian and when I come to him to return my books he claims that I haven’t return them in time. “I’m sorry, I can pay.” He looks angry. “You will.” Jacob pushes me so I smash into the shelves. “Lift up your skirt, lass.” I tremble but do as he says. “What a nice ass you have, but I’m going to start with you lovely pussy, you naughty girl!” He forces himself inside me and I scream, grabbing the shelves. “It’s not right.” “It is, lass.” “It’s… ah! Don’t stop!” the moan of pleasure escapes my lips. “I don’t mean to.” And he starts to bang me as a punishment. But how can you call it that when I’m loving it so much.

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