coolpen
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It wasn’t often that Jules Jacoby was worried. He’d spent his life digging dirt on other people and then bullying them into compliance. If it was a man he’d blackmail them for money and if it was a woman he’d pursuade them that the easiest way to solve their problems was to submit sexually to him, allowing him to abuse them in disgusting ways to satisfy his own perverted needs.
But when he opened the anonymous email and watched the attached video he was worried, loosening his tie and running a nervous finger around his neck, sweat breaking out on his brow.
The video showed a woman bent over his desk as he thrust into her from behind while she screamed in pain and horror.
”No don’t, please stop, you’re hurting me please let me go, you’re raping me, please stop Mr Jacoby.” and the video continued as Jacoby thrust into the woman, losing his rhythm as he unloaded into her and the woman pleading “No, please don’t cum in me, no please, anything but that.” But Jacoby continued, eventually pulling out of the woman, his cock dripping with the remains of his semen, a crooked smile on his face.
The email finished with the sign off: ‘I know about you Jacoby’.

But when he opened the anonymous email and watched the attached video he was worried, loosening his tie and running a nervous finger around his neck, sweat breaking out on his brow.
The video showed a woman bent over his desk as he thrust into her from behind while she screamed in pain and horror.
”No don’t, please stop, you’re hurting me please let me go, you’re raping me, please stop Mr Jacoby.” and the video continued as Jacoby thrust into the woman, losing his rhythm as he unloaded into her and the woman pleading “No, please don’t cum in me, no please, anything but that.” But Jacoby continued, eventually pulling out of the woman, his cock dripping with the remains of his semen, a crooked smile on his face.
The email finished with the sign off: ‘I know about you Jacoby’.

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