I can feel Him pound into me, the head of His cock hitting my g-spot with each thrust. He slowed down when I hitched breath each time He found it. He ...began a slow tease against it. His head slowly rubbing it each time He passed it as I let out whines, trying to move my hips to make Him go faster but He gripped my waist hard so I couldn’t. He would watch my facial expression amused and happy with Himself as He teased me. He did this for what felt like forever. I felt like it was never going to. "Holly leaned back a moment, swung her legs over to one side, turned her torso toward Gene and leaned forward, face close to his. Gene smelled her spicy perfume as she began speaking quietly. "Marker 1." Marker 1?" Doesn't ring a bell? Guess you'd left Whitehead before M1 formed. Marker 1 is an international watchdog, a ... carefully hidden watchdog. We watch the watchers who are watching the watchers. CIA, Mossad, Chinese MSS, we keep an eye on them and more." For who?" For ourselves, Gene. M1. This talk was getting me wet and l was wondering where all this was heading. The next day at work l received an e mail from oug to meet him at one of our local malls and to go to a certain dress store to try on some dresses and tops. I loved shopping so l thought " what a sweetie" When l got there l was met by a sales clerk but no Doug. She had some clothes put aside for me, so l guess Doug was there at some point. I went into the back room to try on the skirts that he picked out and. Roshan caught me by the back of my neck and gave me a long wet kiss…..and that was the start….start of mauling of my body by male hands…start of my journey in the sexual world…By the time Roshan started his second long lick of my face and neck, his one hand had started roaming….taking my measures…..my waist….he pulled the shirt out of the skirt, which was tucked in….then I felt for the first time a male touch on my waist…and it was soooo sexy. I was trying to tell my self that I am being forced.