“Umpf!” he grunted.He pushed so hard that my pelvis crashed into the stall; I was against the stall from face to knees. He kept his forearm agains...t my neck to keep me there. He began to fuck me.I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him to fuck me so bad, my hips jerked back to meet his thrusts. He pumped into me a few more times. “You trashy little truck stop whore,” he almost sang, “This is what you wanted from the start.” “Yes,” I hissed. “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me and breed me and, then fuck me some. " I know," he said, "but they're yours."Helen sighed. "Anyway, thanks so much for coming so soon." She looked across at Doris. "And you too. I really need you both." She turned to Sandy."This is Sandy duVin, a friend. He'll be working with us. Can we get in? I'll show you where to park."They climbed into the back seat and Helen directed Rummy to a parking space near her apartment.When they got out Doris said, "Helen, I already like this place. I see all kinds of naked people and yet it feels. I am totally fascinated by what he has told me. I have no problem with what you have said. Everything you have said excites me, more than you know. I am not sure how to express this, but being bound helpless to another person, is very scary and very arousing. I suppose the thought of what my happen to me is arousing. See, I don‘t know how to explain it, but I know how I feel.? Jon smiled, and spoke again. ?Steven was right. You are incredible. Look, I won’t belabor the point. I. I begin by lightly stroking your face, tracing your jawline, down the side of your neck, feeling your pulse. My hand ventures down past your clavicle, exploring your chest, and further down your side. All the way until I reach the waist of your jeans, where I stop. I begin again, on the other side, savoring the texture of your skin, running my fingers through your hair as my hand travels. I feel the beating of your heart as my hand rests over it. Your breathing becomes less even. I take my.