He held me. He caressed my shoulders, my neck, my hair.It made me feel wonderful.It made me feel terrible.It made me feel like I had to do more."Let's...go to dinner, Dr. Goldberg. There's more I want to say."I didn't order a drink. I just asked for a glass of water.This hadn't been about drinking but I couldn't work up any enthusiasm for it."You haven't called me 'fifths' for a while. Is there any special reason for that?" It's not a special reason. The name was what you did, who you were.. Soon his cock was throbbing and ready for action. That was when he nodded to his friends. The four men stood up and surrounded me. They forced me down over a large hassock and held me firmly. I didn't understand why they were being so rough, so forceful. I had refused them nothing. I wasn't struggling.I felt my rapist kneeling between my legs and I didn't understand why his friends were holding me down. I wanted him to fuck me.I quickly understood why they were holding me down. I felt my rapist. Yes, mother. I hung up and went and sat on EJ. So, what did she say? EJ asked. At first, she thought we did something, but she trusts me. So its okay. Good, he said. So thanks for staying with me last night. No problem, I replied. I love you and I trust you wont try to make me do something, I dont want to do. Never, he said, before he started tickling me. I laughed and tried to stop him. Stop, I giggle as I wiggled around. I felt his cock get hard underneath me. We looked at each other. Then he bent over kissed me and shared it with me. I was still leaking. I whispered to him “I’m all yours” Walking out after the show holding hands and my head on his chest with cum running down my leg over my stockings from my soaked panties.As soon as we got in the car I slide over the bench seat and kissed him. As he drove I unzipped his pants and started to suck his hard cock till we got to a parking place. He Pulled me off his cock and laid me down on the seat, lifted my skirt, pulled off.