She was wearing white cotton panties and I could see that she was very excited, although I wasn’t sure if it was her liquid lunch or our present sit...ation that inspired the wet spot. I knelt and slowly pulled her panties down to her knees, as I did so I let my nose linger to smell her arousal. Her hairless pussy was visibly wet and her scent was intoxicating. I wanted to bury my face in her ass and taste her sweet pussy, but I had a job to do.I took my position and lined up my first strike. I. Anything "gay" freaked me out. In any event, I was very closeted andrepressed. And very awkward around women I was attracted to, but seemedto be able to make a lot of female "friends."Years ago when I was in my twenties, a female friend of mine, Karen,tripped and fell and cut her chin open. One of her girlfriends, Kathy,loaned me her car to give Karen a ride to the hospital. After taking myfriend Karen to the hospital and getting her stitched up I drove herhome and then drove the car to a. He growled, pushing the cold blade harder against her neck. Got it? She trembled, frozen, staring up at him. Answer me bitch! He screamed in her face. She nodded, whimpering softly. Youre going to regret ever saying no to me bitch. He started tearing at her clothes, groping her breasts beneath her shirt roughly. Slipping the knife back into his pocket and spinning her around, he pushed her against the wall and began grinding the bulge in his pants against her ass. Leaning closer to her ear. “what did you mean by ‘and then some?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at the cash.“Well, let’s see if you wore what I requested, then we’ll talk” I replied.Good girl Ashlynn was, under her t-shirt and short-shorts was the dark bright yellow, skimpy bikini secured via ties that was in one of her profile pics. Unlike our last meet, Ashlynn was a bit more like an escort this time, modeling her bikini in an almost lap-dance ,showing me her boobs and rubbing her ass on my tented pantsIt was.