She was sitting on an orange dyed, sheepskin rug. Warmth was coming from the radiator. The walls had been painted in what looked like magnolia emulsio... paint. There were no pictures in the sparsely adorned room. It had the feel of being a spare bedroom, like a guest room or something.The door opened again. Her captor pushed it with his foot. She could see that he was tall, powerful and broad shouldered like a rugby player. His jeans were tight and a white tee shirt was stretched over his torso.. I teased her like this for a few minutes until I forced myself all the way inside with one slow but firm thrust. Her eyes were shut with pleasure and pain. Her pussy walls massaged my prick as I started thrusting in harder and pulling out slow. I fucked her like this for awhile, then picked her up off the bed and made her wrap her arms around my neck while I fucked her standing, harder and harder. The only sounds were her panting and my breathing, and the sound of skin slapping on. I was broke in tears and was on another side enjoying the feeling. He then slowly brought his hands on my breast and massaged. I got now temptation to fuck him right over there without making sense that so many are watching us. He then slowly kept his hands inside my top and touched my breasts. Then i got sense and pushed him. As his hands were inside my top, he fell down tearing my top. I was with my bra only on me that i stood half naked between so many. Then I closed my breasts and went into. Are you ready for this? Do you think you canstick with me through this and not run off and leaveme when I need your help the most? If you're NOTsure, tell me now, so I can avoid the pain I'm gonnago through."I looked at "Holly" and I thought to myself, 'WellJimbo. Are you up for this? If what "she" says IStrue, you're probably not gonna like what's going tohappen. Pain, she said. Well, if this is for real,there WOULD be pain. To be separated from somethingyou'd been wearing for three years HAD.