She turned to start for the door, but a second man blocked her way. Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her against him.“Where the fuck you think yo... goin’ whitey bitch?”“Let go of me! Please just let me go.” Kristen pleaded as she struggled in his arms. Her big blue eyes became teary, as her fear grew even deeper. Her body trembled with the fear.“Oh, we’ll let you go alright. Just soon as we done with you. You come into our place; you got to pay the toll.”“You tell her, Nate” she heard someone. ”“Well, maybe I do,” he says happily. “Maybe the boss’ daughter will give me the time of day. Fuck she’s hot!”“I can’t believe you even have the position you do,” Harper berates him. “You’ll fuck anything with two legs, won’t you?”“I bet she rocks in the sack too,” Jonathan rambles on, ignoring Harper and taking to stare through the glass at the younger woman.“You’re not even close to being on her radar,” Harper sniggers.Jonathan turns from the window almost reluctantly. “Hey, what are you. Then, I noticed that the shower head was detachable. It dawned on me that I could use it to masturbate. I had never done that before, but heard somewhere, probably the internet, that it was, shall we say, useful. Not having the luxury of this at home, I immediately took the opportunity, despite my exhaustion.At this point, my curiosity was so piqued by the mere occurrence of this thought in my brain, that it was actually enough to already get me mildly excited. Normally it does take more than. I pulled my long black hair up and reached over to turn the shower on I could feel my body aching for your feel, your touch. I slowly undressed and looked at myself in the mirror touching my breasts imaging it was your hand taking possession of it, pinching my nipples feeling the heat between my legs intensify. I closed my eyes letting my hands take control of the wonderful senses my body was thinking. I stepped in the shower and let the hot water hit my wanting body. I felt your touch on my.