Candice knew that seeing her excite other guys excited me. So practically every time we were out she would lift her T-shirt for somebody. Most of the ...time she had a sexy bra on but not all of the times. She loved to lift the back of her miniskirts or bend way over to show off her bare ass. She did wear panties but they were always and I repeat always the string bikini kind. With little more than a piece of fishing line up her butt, her ass was bare and I can attest to that. Then of course. " She started to wake."Huh, wha?" I got you an interview tomorrow." I tried to sound enthusiastic."Tomorrow! I can't be ready by then." She protested."Yes, you can. Just gotta be confident, girl." Please, don't call me that. I'm not a girl." Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be hurtful." I apologized."So what then, shopping now?" She asked."Yeah, I'll help you get ready to go out."I dragged her into the bedroom and put clothes on her as well as a light spattering of make-up."I hate this stuff;. His hands now exploring my chest and stomach. Then his hands moved to the waistband of my shorts. My cock was already rock hard and when he began to slip them down, it took my breath away. Before I knew it, I was sitting there, Matt’s head buried in my lap, my cock deep in his mouth. He felt wonderful. Wet and warm, his velvet like mouth seemed to know exactly how to please me. Light headed and in exctasy, I found myself running my fingers through his hair and rubbing his shoulders as he sucked. The disturbed clit hardened, sending wave after wave of pleasure through a body that refused it. She nearly went mad, fighting between pleasure and pain, revulsion and exctasy, as her long, succulent legs fell into the pleasure, unconsciously wrapping about the rapist's waist, unwillingly pulling him deeper into her, forcing himself into a deeper frenzy of thrusting. And, then she felt it. Climax. Bliss. Electricity ran through her veins, her blood turned to flame, and her souls screamed it's.