I felt my juices starting flow intensely. He was now pushing me with his hand into him from behind. I parted my legs to give him better access. This w...nt on for what seem like an eternity. Then he slid my panties to one side and dipped two of his fingers in. My juices covered his fingers allowing them to work their magic without any friction.He finally murmured "Anna" which was my mom's name. I froze for a second, realizing that in his state he must think I was her. I felt guilty like I was. I can feel myself getting slightly wet down below, but there’s no way I can help with that, as I continue to feel his powerful hands squeeze my body. My phone buzzes and he pauses for a moment. I check it and I have a text from my boyfriend.*When are you getting home? * says his message.“Who is that?” Mr. Johnson asks while he resumes his almost orgasmic massage.“My boyfriend. When is he going to learn . . . that being so needy . . . is a serious turn off?” I answer and start texting. "Please!"I now beg my torturer to stop, I sob and cry yet the pain continues and soon even my tears dry in this dark prison. I don't know that they have stopped as I endure the pain and try to control it. Yet I do realize that the room is silent again and only the sounds of my rapid breathing fills my ears. The pains in my ass slowly fade and once again I am seemingly left alone."Please, why am I here, who are you?"I say over and over again to the empty air that envelops me. My pussy feels. Just like that it came through the hole. Well go ahead then suck it he said. For once I was a tad unsure. It was one thing to fantasize about being a girl and sucking and fucking men its another to actually do it. Yet here it was right in front of me. I was drawn to it. I had to have it in spite of my misgivings. As I touched it I was surprised at how warm it was. It was rock hard yet felt like velvet. I stroked it like it was my own. Well don't just rub it girl I can do that myself he said. It.