It was starting to sink in. She could not pull her bound arms from under her body, she could not push him away, or hit him, or stop his hands from roa...ing, undressing, touching her,she could not even get up, let alone run from him. She was forced to lie there on the filthy mattress, in the locked room, all alone with her brutal rapist, waiting for the inevitable.Her muffled screaming will barely go beyond the room. There was no one else to hear her except him, and he loved the music that. What a way to break off a relationship!I know enough of him, and know him very, very well, and I’m sure this is a true story (and perhaps some of you have seen/heard of/experienced stranger things).Even then, it was arousing to me (although pretty troubling, too), and since I’ve developed my ?pervert side? even more over the last several years, it’s still arousing . . . but no longer troubling at all. But . . . my real fantasy now, is being able to set up something like that with him . . . my. Even as he said it, he knew that it was a pretty broad category that wasn’t well defined.“How about we talk with Jack McCullum? I’m sure that he’d be able to come up with a bunch of activities that if you were to engage in them that it would warrant me taking your license,” Greg said with a wink.The idea of letting Mr. McCullum have a say in if he had his license was a truly frightening thought. He was about to answer when Greg said, “They just called your name. Good luck.”The next thirty. He wanted to be pleasured, worshiped. A devilish smile caught the edge of her mouth. She wouldnt give him what he was expecting, there was no way she would pass up the chance to be dominant with him. Maybe she couldnt seduce him as well as he could her, and maybe he would never be submissive, but she could damn well be powerful, clever, and sexy. Those were three dirty tricks she had mastered with enthusiasm. This time… Things were going her way. Saucily tossing her hair behind her, Jasmine.