No, he wanted to rape me – to get back at me for hurting him. I didn’t fight it. I didn’t have it in me to fight.?Please, ? I begged as he pushe... me to the bed. ?don’t hurt me.?He growled at me and ignored my plea.?Shut the fuck up, bitch,? he said as he flung me around and roughly pulled my jeans off of me.I was scared. I’m tiny; four feet eleven inches tall and less than a hundred pounds. John could easily kill me without even trying and, angry as he was, there was nothing I could do to stop. "You know Rich if this really turns you on I could use your help in something I've always wanted to do. But you have to know you can't ever touch me all you can do is watch."I said yes right on the spot without even waiting to find out what she wanted me to do. She gave me her number and told me to call her after work.I didn't think my day would ever end and yet finally it did, I rushed home to call Joyce. I called but got her machine, I left my number but I thought she had probability changed. My dike was hurting it was so hard. I decided to start rubbing it around my dick, it felt so good, and then I heard a crack I turned around to see Tory standing there all she had was a towel that let me see her perfect shaved pussy. Oh Mr. Brown what are you doing. All I could do was tried to put her thong back, I couldn’t possibly hide my nine inch rock hard. She looked down at me and seemed amazed; “it’s very big Mr. Brown”. I was speechless. I tried to avoid conversation and snuck by her, my. I must have been 9, or 10 at night, and was therefore quite dark, but the pool was illuminated with a lot of candles, and two or three pool lights. I saw her, sexy as hell, sitting with her feet in the pool, naked, legs spread rubbing her immaculately shaved clit furiously. This sight made me hard instantly. She had her other hand on her hardened nipple, tugging at it. All through this I heard her Moaning my name over and over again. Emma suddenly sped her hands up. She moved her hand from her.