Their tongues didn’t tangle and entwine so much as they wrestled. They nipped at one another, sucked on each other’s tongues, and nibbled on the ...other’s lips. Ron tangled one hand into her hair, and with the other he reached between her legs. He fumbled around a bit looking for the zipper pull that he knew was there somewhere. When he found it, he yanked it down but it didn’t go far enough for him to get full access. “Lift up,” he said to her as he reached to free his erection from his. Her natural, olive tan and dark, thick hair said Mediterranean heritage just as emphatically as my pale skin and blonde hair proclaimed my Scandinavian bloodline."Vivian? I'm Sandra." A soft hand on my arm led me into the room. Call Girl 101: Make physical contact with the client. I wondered how long she'd been a working girl. Much longer than me I assumed. Sandra had two drinks already poured. Handing me one, Sandra took her time looking from my sensible shoes to my eyes. Looking up the five. Then he slipped off his pants and underpants exposing a large black cock fully erect. I would say it was about 9” or 10”, much, much bigger than my boyfriend, Jimmy, who probably had a 5” cock. I was speechless and closed my eyes. I finally realized that there was no way out; I was going to be raped.He pulled me off the bed and forced me to kneel before him, looking straight at that large stiff cock. He said simply, “kiss the baby.” No, I said. Please. He grabbed me by the hair and. ‘ I answered. As he finished, I went to grab my papers and lightly touched his warm hand. A spark surged through my body as I apologized and stood up. He continued to sit as I went into the next room and got my coat, but when I turned around he was standing in the doorway, hands crossed, watching me. It wasn’t in an appreciative way, but rather one of hunger and desire. At this point, I recognized every look he and I had ever shared. All of them having one thing in common, lust. I smiled at.