Tears running down her face as she was consumed with fear and disgust. 'Now now pet don't you cry.' He crooned softly, slowly releasing the pressure o...f his other arm for her throat. 'If you're a good girl, I won't hurt you now' He continued, fully letting go of her throat. She swallowed hard, struggling and trembling. She knew she couldn't escape. But she knew she couldn't fight, either. The hand that left her throat now made its way underneath her blouse. Feeling along her flat stomach, as if. .. It all started just as we were closing our newly purchased alfresco dinner in the city, the day had been slow, impressed we were not, When a gentleman came in and enquired about the past owners when we told him that they had sold out, He said “well while i am here let’s see if the coffee is still good”, “Do you mind if we finish closing?” Maria asked and then we will all have one and a chat as you know what this used to be like. The man said fine and introduced himself as Ted, We have semi. We left our city around in the evening and she was wearing a tight slim fit jeans which was shown her ass perfectly and a loose top so that her cleavage was visible enough to make my tool hard. As we started on she started to get naughty and was rubbing mh thighs and it was getting difficult for me to drive I took a inside road and pulled the car to a side and started to smooch her hardly she to responded me wd same force and was biting my tongue and diging her nails into me I made her lie back. .Then I wake up, crying.I dont know what to do about this.I dont know who I can talk to.I know dreams aren't real, but it comes from somewhere, but where?And its not just the dream. Sometimes, I look at myself in the mirror, andI look .... wrong, somehow. I look and I half-expect to see the girl frommy dream looking back at me.And the fact she doesn't is a grief I cant even begin to describe ....I've got to pull myself together, shake this off somehow.I wish I had someone to talk to about.