I turned to see that another set of eyes were flashing, Beau was mesmerized by her as she slowly descended and moved toward the French doors and out i...to the rear garden. I couldn’t hold Beau back. As she disappeared into the garden, Beau slipped out of my concerned embrace and threaded his way toward those French doors. I was jostled and delayed by the forming of a dance at the renewed musical efforts of the orchestra, and neither Beau nor the beauty could be seen when I reached the garden. I. "No it isn't John, now get off of me," "Please let go of me you are hurting me," I sobbed out.However, he was right I was getting so hot and turned on from his rough play but at the same time, I was scared. I had never seen him like this; it was as if he had changed into another person. John started to lick at my nipples on my tits as he tried to get one of his legs between mine to force my legs apart.“JOHN PLEASE stop it please,” "John please don't rape me," I cried out as real tears started. I start to lift and gently drop myself on his dick, riding him, slowly building up a rhythm. Were both moaning, and his hands are on my hips, guiding them… I slowly pull away, then look at Trevor. You should be on toppp now, I murmur, smiling. He gets on top of me, positioning himself at my snatchs entrance, and pushes in, leaning down to kiss me. We kiss as his hips move, pushing innnnnn and outtttt, my legs wrapping around him and my hands tangling themselves into his hair. We keep going,. Above all, ‘Power to the People’.You rock back on your wooden chair and hitch up your leather skirt. The pungent scent of unwashed sex assaults your nostrils. Musky, strong, fishy.Your fingers descend to your greedy, already wet slit.The only reminder of home is a framed photo standing on the filing cabinet. Your two children smile out at you. Innocent cherubs. Observing. You smile back at them as they watch their mother, your lips widening into an ‘o’ of eager anticipation.You are only 24.