That voice was hypnotic. “But….I….please…?!” I stammered trying to get coherent words out and untangle his hands from my hair. He simply sho...k me, pulling my neck back, spinning me around so he could growl into my ear. “SHUT. UP. Be good. Sort out me and Jimmy like a good girl, and we’ll send you on your way.” Inhaling deeply to try and stem the flow of tears streaming down my face, I ran through my options. Shouting was pointless there was no one around. I couldn't escape. I didn't want to get. .. down....to your pubic hair I become more excited. I pause for a moment, admiring your latex-wrapped cock, wanting to feel your hardness inside me. I get on top of while you hold your cock straight up for me. Your rock-hardness slides easily into me as I lower myself on you. The cold texture of the condom sent shivers of delight through my body. I continue to slowly impale myself, lowering myself until I can feel the tip of your cock just brush my cervix. 'Mmm...a perfect fit,' thought. As my. At thevery least enough to free my hands so I don't need to form and cup youwhile I'm sucking. So I can stroke your other tit instead when I feellike it. Or even reach further down."I sympathized, but didn't want to tell her that that's how things arewith girls and boys. It might sound unfeeling."Would you mind so very much? Being that much more like me up there?For me? I've heard those moans you make when my lips are ravishing yournipples!" Not if you want it," I squeaked without quite. Eventually she quietened down and there was just the occasional sniffle. Then in a shaky voice she said, ‘He wants me to destroy it. He told me to get rid of it…..you were right, it’s proof of his guilt.’ ‘What do you want to do?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘No rush.’ ‘What if the police find it?’ ‘Why should they?’ ‘I don’t know….what if they search the cottage and find it.’ ‘Why should they search the cottage? You’re not a suspect.’ Looking up at him with her tear stained face she said, ‘But you are..