I cringe as you approach and squeal in pain as you seize me by my mane of blonde hair and throw me forward onto the thick-pile carpet, where I land he...vily on my knees. I try to rise, knowing what is in store, but I feel your foot, firm and heavy, pressing down on the back of my neck. I then feel your tight grip on the back of my panties, pulling roughly upwards, forcing the material into my crack, lifting my hips high and exposing my smooth buttocks.?I?ll teach you not to lie to me you little. ..salt and sugar and cream and sunlight. You laughed the first time I told you that.I am on a mission, pumping just the head with my lips, circling my tongue across it as I do. I take my time to enjoy you. Pulling back, I look at you. Your eyes are closed, forehead drawn and lips forming a perfect “Oh“. Yes, that is the reaction I yearn for. That guttural sound you make when you are swaying over the edge, makes me wet. Who would of thought that just a sound was capable of that? At this moment. She couldn’t believe how wet she’d been, how wet she still was, after what had happened to her. “I talk about how wrong sexualizing women is all the time,” she whispered to herself. “How could I have enjoyed something like that, even a little bit?” Emma struggled to put what Eliza had told her out of her head and focus on the pleasant notes of the tea. But the flashes kept blaring across her mind. The names they would call her, the things they would do to her. Disgusting! she crowed to herself. When I got into the room I dumped the bag onto the bed. WTF is this I thought. It was a black lace thong and what appeared to be yoga pants. Me: are you sure this was the right bag?Deb: yes babe! Mommas got a good feeling about this. Trust me!Weird I thought to myself, but fuck it. I’ll try anything if it means getting to have sex with this cougar again. So I slipped on the thong and pulled on the tight yoga pants. The only way to describe me in these pants would be if the top of me was cut off.