She thought of his hands holding her captive as he rammed into her, making her come. She slit the tip of her finger in and with her thumb rubbed her c...lit. Her body wanted that dominance again, that feeling of helplessness. She knew rape fetishes were not uncommon, hers, like many, being that she wanted an attractive dominant male to subject her to his will without mercy, and she realized that she would never live such an intense and fantastic reality of that desire again. That at least being. He showed her the farm and told her about the food they produced. On the way back he took her to see the new gymnasium and told her the story of how it came about. Maria looked at the steel frame and half constructed walls. She imagined Geordie in his hard hat and Hi-Vis jacket laying bricks. Paul was explaining the layout of the gym when Maria asked the question that had troubled her for some time."Why did you plead guilty?" I felt guilty about what I had done to you, what I'd done with you.. As I poured myself into him, he first heaved against me then held my hips locked against him. We lay together for a while. As I moved off his, I leaned down to savour some of his cum – he had produced another flood – swallowed some, held some in my mouth, spread some on my face. We kissed and he shared with him the cum in my mouth. He licked my face.We rested, both with idiot grins on our faces. We had never talked all that much during tennis games, apart from friendly rivalry and small talk.. Not yet... I straddle your face, just out of reach of your mouth and tongue. I know that watching me touch myself drives you wild. So I do. My fingers playing with my clit, every so often slipping inside my wet pussy. I reach down and put my fingers in your mouth. You suck on them, dragging your teeth along them...hungry for more. I let you have what you want for a second: lowering myself to your mouth, feeling your tongue on me, knowing you are desperate to grab my hips tightly and pull me.