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“Lick that fuckin’ boot, bitch!”
Joan Finney drew back, her slender fingers clutching at the top sheet of her bed. She stared at the large man in front of her. Her worst fears had been realized! While at home alone, she had been surprised by this man, an intruder who had rousted her from sleep. He was standing there at the foot of the bed now, one booted leg on the coverlet. He was pointing to his foot, a leer on his darkly handsome face. Joan shook her head, her long blonde hair washing across her face as she stared with disbelief at the big stud.
“Wh-what?”
“You hard of hearin’, lady? I said get the fuck outta bed and lick them boots!”
He was leering at her, his gray eyes staring at her full tits ballooning out around the lace bodice of her dressing gown.
Aware of this, Joan pulled the covers up a little higher, cringing down on the bed, her ass tensing while a strange tingle rushed up and down her thighs. She looked at the phone, wondering how she could get to it and call the police.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.