I could tell he was in a hurry, and it was my turn to be the brat. I wanted it all, and he wanted to skip the bases, which was evident by how he just went through the motions. I wasn't going to let him off that easily, even if I had to go without. I told him that I wanted to shower, to which he replied, “A little salt never killed anybody,” and turned me around hard and pushed me over the laundry table and held me firm while ripping my sweats and panties down to my ankles. It was a start. He was still too much in a hurry and tried to scarf me down, but I fought enough to make him want it that much more. I feigned to fight him off, which made him handle me harder as he bent me over hard and spread me with his strong hands and shoved his face into me from behind hard enough to spread me so that he could eat me like corn on the cob. It was hard for me to pretend my disinterest when the evidence was obviously spread across his face like butter from the cob. I was so ...