I could feel how wet my cunt was, hot and needy.The man kept talking. ‘The slut likes having her legs spread.’ He spoke a quick sentence I didn’...t understand. But even I recognized it as fey magic. I jumped to feel the spell land on me, then started to pant, both excited and scared as I realized what he had done. He let go of my legs and I felt him settle back into the far corner of the couch.I tried to pull my knees and ankles together, but to no avail. He had _magicked _them apart as if an. I was always talking about cars and such and there was a guy that's screen name was "glasspack". Yeah I was naive and thinking the guy was a gearhead like myself we began chatting in private. He asked if I jacked off or ever experimented with another guy. I felt comfortable chatting with him so I confided all my dirty secrets. He said our chatting was getting him hard, he asked if I knew what a rim job was - I said no never heard of it. He then began to describe what he wanted to do to me, he. An individual with an identity, a name, an address, who had work colleagues and social friends a world away from my haven. My secret, so carefully kept, hidden away until the weekend, about to be blown to pieces.Dragged down a long dark passage way then pushed into a lift. They joined me there, his body pinning me tight to the back wall, her glazed eyes gazing at me in incomprehension and disbelief. His mouth moving onto my lips, crushing and bruising, his hands began to possess me, his tongue. I remembered the sound of peggys head banging against our headboard, softly at first, then louder and more frequent. just like that night, the beat picked up there in the truck. the little girl still had her eyes locked on to mine. she mouthed, over and over as she looked at me, im coming,……..oh god,……. im coming. then she became verbal, grampa, i know you gonna cum now…… i…. can feel it gittin bigger in me. come on grampa,….. git me knocked up some more,….. right in front of these people.