She liked to make things up. She was good at it. She had an amazing imagination. Lately she'd been using it towards nefarious ends. Torturing Winston ...ike this was a prime example. It hadn't always been like that. He thought back to the days of "stolen kisses." He missed that nicer game. Little Jess was barely seven years old - he was eight - when she explained the rules for stolen kisses to him. She even summarized the history of the game as having been played on the palace grounds by the ten. So I put my hands down to her panty and I could feel the wetness already.I slowly started stroking her clit and she moaned instantly and loved it. I took my finger in and out a little carefully letting her excitement grow. I loved feeling her fresh pussy and wanted to suck it. So I sat down and started eating her pussy. She loved it but started to moan a little louder. I loved her taste and badly wanted to fuck it.Then my instincts told me that it was safer at her apartment as she was alone for. She was practically naked he said. I was only looking, but I wouldn’t touch. He stood and bent me over the bed. He pressed his cock to my pussy from behind, reaching round me to hold my breasts.Why not I said. I bet you wanted to put your face in her tits. He pushed his cock into me. It felt so good after all this time. I’d like to see you lick her pussy as I fucked you he said starting to thrust his cock into me. I pressed back into him.What if she was here right now. Would you like that? Hell. The first man then pushed the point of his stick past her knee and pressed it into her right breast. He pushed slightly harder and Zahra felt a sharp pain as the tip dragged down, slipping from her breast to jab her in the ribs, pulling her ruined dress down baring her breast. She screamed. 'Stop!'Zahra staggered to her feet tearing the remains of her ruined dress from her body, throwing the damp, stained shreds of fabric towards her attackers. She stood defiantly facing them, yet they.