I managed to peek at him from the corner of my eye; but now the darkness filled the bedroom. He was wearing a ski mask..."Good bitch… I have seen ar...ound the neighborhood, teasing every man as a real whore… Now I am going to ruin all your slutty holes”.Now his intentions were fully displayed. He had come to use me.I twisted around on the bed, hoping that I could loosen the ties that bound me, but my action only pulled those knots tighter.He laughed, saying he loved watching me squirm…Then I felt. I started rubbing my fingers on her mound, feeling the contour of her mound over the fabric of her panties.I kept rubbing her crotch over her underwear until I felt the opening of her most sensitive flesh.“Damn, girl. You’re shaved!”I kept rubbing her pussy mound and then I slid my hands up her body.My palms felt her flat stomach. Higher. Higher. Until my fingers once again touched the cups of her bra. Higher. My fingers slid up until they snaked underneath the cups of her bra and touched the. I stuck my right foot out and stopped the door, forcing my way in. Expletives were exchanged and we stood there in the bathroom going at it. Her soft lips moved up and down. She was wearing my favourite shade of lipstick, cherry red. The blood rushed to by cock and I grabbed hold of her and bent her over. My hands slid up her thighs, hiking her dress, and ripping her panties off. She moaned out as my fingers brushed against her pussy. “You think you deserve to fuck this cunt?” she toyed with. I see you are... smaller than you are. And grayer. And cold, sad. I beckon you to me and you climb onto my lap. My arms encircle you as you curl up. I feel larger than I am. Stronger. I hold you, stroking you hair and back through your sweatshirt. You are shivering. You may be crying. There is wetness seeping though my shirt. I hold you and rock a little bit until the shaking stops. I will my warmth into you, breathing slowly, holding and stroking. In time - how much doesn't really matter - you.