I shuffled back over to the bed because I was not used to my thighsbeing held so close to my body and the ache in my groin. I had tobend at the knees ...to reach my underwear and trousers lying on thefloor. Putting them on was another new experience that I ferventlywished I would never have to do again. I gave up completely trying toput on my jockeys as the bottom of the corset made them stick outfunny and the waist band would not hold them up. Putting on pantswhen you can't bend at the waist both. The feelings began to rise in her again. This time, she decided, she’s give into them. She envisioned his strong hands wrapping around her entire body, and touching every bit of flesh she wanted him to. His hands were perfect, soft, yet strong. Perfect. She never needed to speak, only let out a soft moan, or a whispered breath to direct him. And he knew just what to do. Molly imagined him rolling over, his weight holding her down. She felt his erection brushing her thigh, and her legs slowly. Ill try better next time.. I sigh and nibble on my toast. My mom leans towards me and lifts my chin up, her big brown eyes stare into my light blue eyes. Is this because of Jason?! No mom.. I mumble under my breath. But she knows Im lying. Jason is my boyfriend. We have been together for about six months. After about four months of dating my grades began to slip, I started skipping school, and doing drugs in the alley. Jason is about 63 with short black hair. Hes seventeen but Im only sixteen.. I looked back afraid begging. I was frozen in fear. I couldn't have moved a muscle if I tried. It was as if I didn't move everything else would stop moving. If I stayed perfectly still nothing else could happen. But the gun kept moving against me and suddenly it was sliding. My pussy felt warm and I wondered if I was bleeding? Did he cut me and I didn't notice? "Oh you like that you fucked up bitch. You like getting fucked with a gun you sick bitch?" he stared down into my crotch..