Project ... a particular image," she frowned, but then a smile lit up her face. "You're the first person," she stopped and fiddled with a loaf of brea... on the counter-top, "the first person I haven't felt the need to ... I don't really know what to say. Some people I didn't want to see me as a ... target. Others needed to see me as a competent professional and not be distracted by, um, gender. My father needed to see me as his sweet, innocent daughter who was also his little princess." She put. .. But um... sometimes it's a faceless nameless man. And um... usually he scares me first, Sir. He drags me by the hair kicking and screaming. And it's often outdoors where others may see... He calls me a stupid whore cunt or something similar, Sir, and tells me he is going to rape my sorry ass. I usually scream and try to fight at first but I am mostly ashamed because he will soon find out I am as wet as anything. He calls me a dumb horny whore and slaps my breasts. Then he throws me over a. She heard a large splash in the water behind her and she instinctively turned to look. She leaned over the bridge slightly and peered down, but she couldn’t see over the looming darkness. She began to let out a small sigh, but it was cut off by the warm frame of a hard body pressing up behind her. She could feel his heat completely surrounding her. It was like a hot flash, from cold to hot so fast. For a moment, one that seemed to drag on for quite a while, only their breathing could be heard. His tongue travels over the slopes of my tits before he lowers his mouth onto each nipple in turn through the lace. The thin barrier heightens my arousal as the wet heat makes my nipples harden like bullets. Doug teasingly bites each and squeezes my buttocks before returning his mouth to my lower neck. He plants more love bites on me and I feel my gusset grow moist as his hard cock rubs against my pussy.Doug stands up and carries me into the lounge. Placing me down on the couch, he moves on top.