.. ground into the dirt, as it were, by the use of these forbidden, vulgarities.Dear Lord... help me! Help me... to resist it! I can't... I won't let ...him... drag me down... brutalize me... make me act like an animal!"All right... Baby... take my prick in your hot, little hand and put it in that luscious pussy of yours!" he commanded, his lustful eyes burning down into her own fear-filled face."Oh... God, no... Please! No! I-I can't... I just can't... !" she groaned in her further humiliation,. ..surprised"She stared at me, a slightly confused and contrite look on her face, "Are you sure, I mean, I'd hate to offend you" she whispered.I gave her a slightly tremulous smile, still feeling all that incredible heat flowing through me, still feeling the impressions of her hands on my breasts, "Of course, I'm sure, and I'm not offended, honest, in fact..." my voice tailed off and my eyes and head dropped down.She let go of my hands and lifted hers to my chin and raised my head so we were. ’ She said as she winked and traced her fingers across John’s chest. John smiled and explained that he was willing to that and more, but there was a catch. He explained that he was looking for a special few women to be agents for him. He could tell that they didn’t quite understand what the meant so he made sure that once they were sober, they would have total recall of this conversation. Their facial expressions were priceless, as he explained that job was to collect sexual energy. How they. I slid my hand through the thick hair beneath her soft, round belly and found her small prick, slippery and hot. I teased it from its hiding place and stroked it as I rammed my spear up into her again and again, faster and deeper. She gushed lubricants and shivered a bit."No hurry," she moaned, getting her feet atop my calves and rocking to and fro, breathing hard, trying to set the pace, heaving back against each of my thrusts. The boards beneath my thin, corn-shuck mattress creaked in.