It was only ever in the mornings that she felt any amount of guilt about her thoughts the night before, however during the night, nothing stoped her. ...he had never, not once, had touched herself when thinking about women daring not to take that step, but this time was different. Masturbation was one thing that she just couldn’t get right. She could fill her body with what she believed to be ecstasy but never go all the way. The prospect of an orgasm haunted her as she desperately tried to reach. Detective Clay is how I reach her.“Tommy!” Spencer said grabbing the phone.“Hey Tommy, it’s me Spencer. We have a problem. She figured out what Ron is after from that report you sent her and now, she has slipped out to get it. I have to go after her, but I don’t know where she lives.”“What, where were you?” Tommy asked.“What do you mean where was I? Tommy just give me the damn address so I can go.”Tommy gave him the address and said he knew some people nearby that might help; he’d give them a. You find an empty table by the telly and order a few rounds watching the game.I sit in my corner observing your table- specifically you. I take in your figure, observing you from across the room. You look so enticing in your green-T, leather skirt and high heel platform shoes. Your boyfriend and buddies are engrossed in the game to appreciate the sexy little number beside them. You, however look bored. You look around the bar expecting someone interesting to show up. In the end its the same. She was very light headed, it was hard to think or act. Her body felt heavy as she tried to move. She felt the man bending her legs backwards, pressing himself against her ass.“No, not again, please.” She said, her words slurring as she spoke. Then he slammed into her hard. The angle of his thrust seemingly adding to the pain. Her scream ripped out of her throat, she arched backwards. He thrust in and out, hard, rough. Ramming his cock into her, raping her ass. Stacey screamed loudly,.