As she slowly walks along the room, I watch the red dress she is wearing swish across her ass as she walks, I can't help it. Heather walks behind the ...couch and runs her hand gently across the pillows, her fingers caressing the fringe as she goes. I want those fingers running down my arms, over my chest, through my hair. I offer to get her another glass of wine. She accepts and when I return, she is sitting crossed leg on the couch. Her dress clings to her chest, flows freely over her thighs. I. "God no, Bobby. The son of bitch was trying to force himself on me!"Bobby's eyes snapped back to Van just as the older teen raised his arms to try to push Bobby towards the door. This was a really bad idea.When Van managed to shake his head clear, he found himself lying on the driveway next to the door to his car. The last thing he could remember was Bobby's shoulders suddenly beginning to rise up as he'd moved to push him backwards. He had vague memories of a massive blow to the side of his. The intensity between pleasure and pain is unbearable but almost pleasant.Suddenly it stops, I’m left breathless and aching, wanting more, just like the greedy bitch I am. You tell me to play with my tits and pull on my nipples, I do as I’m told, and you tell me I’m your whore to play with. I hear a jingle and I realize it’s my nipple clamps and ball gag. I’m in such a heightened state of arousal by now Billy could have done just about anything with my body. You tell me to continue to play with. “Mom, you okay?” she heard from the adjacent bedroom.“Uh ... yes, honey, I’m fine.”Determined now to keep her vocalizations under control, she again found the ultimate pleasure as the images in her mind kept vacillating between David and the mysterious young man of her dreams.“Oh my God!” she breathed to herself. “What am I doing?”She tossed and turned for more than an hour before sleep brought relief, but once again her dreamed were filled with sex and surrender to the young man who ravished.