Lawyer Trap

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DAY TWELVE–SEPTEMBER 16

FRIDAY NIGHT


When Gretchen passed out back at the farmhouse, too drunk to even have sex, Draven’s thoughts turned to Davica Holland. He got dressed in all things black, parked on the other side of the open space, and then crept toward her house through a pitch-black night.

Before he knew it, he was in her back yard.

Then in the window well.

Prying open the window.

Listening for an alarm.

Hearing none.

Waiting there, nevertheless, for more than five minutes, just in case she had a silent alarm directly piped to a security company. When no cops came, he crept into the house.

He found her upstairs in the master bedroom.

Lying naked on top of the sheets.

Sound asleep.

He injected drugs into her ass and then held his hand over her mouth until she lost consciousness. Then he carried her naked body through the open space to the car, put her in the trunk, and headed for the cabin.

When they arrived, she was still unconscious. He tied her hands to the headboard and put a breathable gag in her mouth.

Then he pulled her legs up and stuck his dick in.

He pounded her hard.

He pounded her like the stud that he was.

He pounded her until he came like a madman.

He then tied her feet to the bed and wandered into the great room where he fell asleep on the couch.

An hour later he woke up and did it again.

Exactly the same, except this time she was awake, which made it a lot more fun.