Each Jessica is gotten in a different way. I was taken from the parking lot of a seedy motel. Walking to my car some guy tried to help me with my bag. I was transported to some dark dungeon. I could feel his hands on me, his hot breath as he took in my scent. His weaselly voice made my skin crawl as he put his cock inside me. I begged him not to, but he was in control. The pain he inflicted was terrible, but nothing compared to the final torment as he impaled me on the machine. The Jessica 3000.
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