Rebus was good with words and Erica could see the action going on in her mind's eye. She closed her legs tightly together.Rebus noticed it and laughed..."What's the matter, baby? You getting a little warm.His huge hand came up and cupped her titty. His fingers found her nipple and massaged it to hardness."I can tell you liked my story," he said. "Yes," Erica admitted. "I liked it very much." She rolled against his body, liking the feel of his strong, warm chest rubbing against her. She pushed. Her heart was pounding."This is Margaret... Robert's wife... on the net... you know," the words came jerkily, hesitantly."Ah! The lovely Margie," the voice exclaimed very animatedly and sounding very pleased.Margie intended to try to sound casual in return but in the end no words at all came."I've been hoping that you'd call. You're ready for me to hurt you, are you?" the voice asked her."Yes," Margie said in almost a whisper."Good girl," the voice exclaimed in a pleased tone.The guy required. And the store was empty, or so I thought. I grabbed a bottle of water andwaited. Somewhat petrified.Eventually, a girl in her mid-twenties turned the corner. My, er,unorthodox appearance had clearly caught her eye, but she soldiered on.She had the Dunkin' uniform on, and looked like she went to the localcollege. A little tired from a joe job, but perky enough, it felt."Can I, um help you?" she asked. Clearly had decided to pretend that Ididn't look unusual.I had my story ready - I certainly. He ignored me and entered the cubicle placed his large hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees. I tried to protest but he slapped me hard across the face. He put his face close to mine and I smelt whisky and cigarettes on his breath, ‘Shut the fuck up, just get your sweet lips round my cock, and I might not fuck your tight little ass’, he growled, ‘It had better be good or else’.He made a fist to emphasise the point that, I got loud and clear. I sank to my knees his cock inches from my.