Blake thought sure he'd cum right then and there just from the sight of that. She moved her fingers in and out of herself as her hips thrust to meet t...em. She began to fuck herself with her hand. Her breathing grew faster and shallower, and her moans louder now. Her other hand returned to her breast, and she began to pinch and rub her pebble-hard nipple.In her panting, excited state, she told him, "Baby, come closer now; sit on the bed and watch, but don't touch me."He quickly moved to the foot. But what if, in the back of my mind, I knew it was 'play-rape'? If I 'knew' I was safe? In my fantasy I'm surprised by someone or caught doing something I shouldn't be doing, and then force-fucked. I don't want to like it, I fight and try to stop it happening, but I am overwhelmed, and before long my body betrays me, and he knows it and despite myself, I can't help it and I cum and cum and cum. The whirlwind of force and being able to do nothing... God. The thought is so frighteningly erotic. . “So big! So good!” she kept saying while trying to catch her breath. For me, it was really interesting. I was excited as hell, but I knew I wouldn’t come so I continued my massive pounding on her. In the mirror, I could see her boobs bouncing at each of my move. And it didn’t took long to see her eyes roll out and her body getting spasms. She was having her second orgasm. She was moaning so loudly, so deeply, I was a bit afraid sound could come out of the room… which probably did but we were. "Yes, sir." How would you feel about on-the-job training?" the man said. Jemison was an old fellow; past 75, Paul estimated. He was gray-haired and well-dressed, but not distinguished looking. He looked like someone who'd worked hard, all his life."You mean -- working in a radio station?" Two-bit station," Jemison said. "I own a bunch of 'em. Little old thousand-watt AM things nobody much listens to. Talk radio, mostly. 'Got all the assholes -- right wing, left wing -- you name it. Assholes.