Learn what? Shame on you, Frances Louis!
“I'm not learning any of this stuff, shame on you!”
I say, throwing the box at the door and going back to my room.
I don’t lock the door, because I know very well that the lock doesn’t work for Frances Louis, he would always find a way in.
Five minutes later, the door is open.
I am lying on my bed watching a video.
I am startled by a knock on the door and I look back at Frances Louis, “I thought you said it would take you half an hour to come in?”
Frances Louis laughs and says, “Because someone isn't a good girl.”
I just notice that he is holding the box I just throw at the door.
“Who is not a good girl? You should look at yourself, look how...”
I don’t dare to say the word ‘perverted’ for fear of Frances Louis punching me.
“It's normal for men and women to have sex,” Frances Louis says bluntly.
Then he gives me the sexy underwear.
“Wear this out after the shower.”
Wear this? No way!
I am not a sex tool for his amusement, and I would not satisfy his perverted requirement.
But I can’t refuse Frances Louis to his face. He is a fierce beast. If I anger him, I don’t know what crazy things he would do to me.
“All right.”
I say, grabbing the clothes and going to the bathroom.
Turning on the water, I drop the sexy underwear on the floor, which instantly get soaked.
“Yikes!”
I pretend to be shocked and Frances Louis’s voice comes from outside the door.
“What's wrong?”
“I accidentally dropped the underwear on the floor and it's soaked.” I pretend to be sorry.
I'm a little impressed with my acting skills which could win an Oscar.
I thought I could fool Frances Louis with this trick, but the bathroom’s door is directly opened by him.
He walks towards me, unbuttoning his shirt.
Overhead comes his chuckle, “turn around.”
Then he turns my body around.
In an instant, my face faces the wall, while my back is to him.
The water runs down the top of my head, over the skin of my back, and then from my sensitive parts to my thighs.
I am so ashamed, but Frances Louis is suddenly holding my waist and thrusting forward.
“Ah~”
I scream. I lean forward unconsciously and brace my hands against the wall to stand still.
This position is humiliating but he can go deeper than each time before, which makes my body tremble unconsciously. I crumble under Frances Louis's continuous ‘attacks’.
Eventually, I almost get soaked before Frances Louis finally ends this lovemaking.
I sit limply on the floor, and can’t move.
I know I must look awful now, but I really don’t have the strength to do anything at all.
It's better that Frances Louis disgusts at the sight of me, so I don't have to stay with him anymore.
Frances Louis stands in front of me, and suddenly, his hands reach out to me.
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