.. not here..." I looked down and in the flickering movie screen light I saw it, his hard penis outlined in the folds of his jeans. I reached over and...pretended to put my hand on his leg but slowly slid my hand curiously over to it and started to rub on him through is jeans. I looked timidly around to see that everyone was still watching the movie. I explored the shape of him through the jeans tracing my fingers up and down. He grabbed my hand and helped guide it up and down. He twitched and I. He speaks again, this time in a stern, dominant voice. “Tonight you will meet some important businessmen who will want to talk and look at you so I must ask that you obey our rules and show some respect. Is that clear?” As if sensing my fear, he comes closer to try and kiss me. Maybe he wants me to let down down my barriers. “Yes I understand, I will do what they ask,” I say, not very convincingly. Although still feeling a little scared, I had in fact surrendered. He stamps my hand with a. You know, change their opinion of you and maybe get into the A crowd."She was growing more certain every second of what he was asking. It seemed clear enough to her that he was asking her to have sex -- but he'd seen her blowing the cop and could have easily just blackmailed her into it. Why wasn't he? Her only sexual experience so far had been at the hands of blackmailers. This was entirely new -- refreshing. Maybe he wasn't a bad guy. He seemed sincere and sweet enough. And she would like to. She then pulled her top off and for the first time, I noticed that Karen had tits and a very impressive set at that. The sports bra held them firm to her body, yet showed them in a glorious light. It was as she once again lay on the bench that I spotted the bruise on her right side. About the size of my hand and very recent given the color. There were a couple on her arms and a smaller one on her left side. I watched for a while, yet the knuckle dragger didn’t seem to notice the damage to this.