You lick and suck the nipples of my bound and swollen breast. "Thank you sir" I moan. Then you pinch each one and attach the suction rods.You put your... hands between my legs and spread my pussy. "Dirty slut" you call me, "Your pussy is so fucking wet". You slide your finger deep into me and move them around making me moan. "Slut" you call me again and kiss me as you put all of your fingers in me and push hard. I moan loud into your mouth while you use your hand to fuck me. Then you rub my clit. .. If that weren't bad enough by itself, having two violent flashbacks at the same time is overwhelming even for me.I gasp for breath. Once the trip's started, there's no easy way to get out of it. Best I can do is see it through to the end. I try to push the memories of my first time out of my mind though. By sheer misfortune, that one's still one of the most brutal experiences I have seen. Perhaps this one won't be nearly so bad, at least then I could cope with just the one sexual assault in. She paused and looked around herself, around her room, and then into the hallway outside her door. Stepping over Van's body, she went to the trailer's door, and made sure all the hardware on it was unlocked.Returning to her room, she sat in front of her mirror, staring over it out her window into the night. She saw a flash of lightning, still too far away for her to hear the thunder."Storm's headed this way," she thought.She bent her head to her mirror, and didn't raise it again until the. His voice was a cello's voice, resonant and reassuring. And he was, to me, extraordinarily handsome. I'd sometimes wondered what he looked like with his clothes off, and whether he'd be as anxious to please in bed as he was on the stage. But I'd pushed those thoughts back as unprofessional. I'd almost convinced myself that he felt the same about me: a colleague, maybe even a friend, but not a lover. But then I saw that boner of his, and it set my mind awhirl.We finished the play and were about.