All my protests were in vain as he held me down firmly, while verbally abusing me. He growled, “Time to teach a cock-teaser like you some manners.�... There was no compassion, as he speared his thick cock into me. Yelping, I begged him to slow down. “Stop whining you fucking sissy,” was his curt reply. Grabbing me by my elbows, he insistently pulled me onto his cock. I was hoping that this wouldn’t last too long, but I was in for a shock. Rob had unbelievable stamina and he continued banging me. Red-fuckin’-handed at that! No. No, I’m not going to be that dumb. Turning towards the distant corner, I sprinted to a stone crypt that I had been to earlier and found easy to open. One of the older ones, with a hinged, stone door, not bricked in like most of these, I had been disappointed to find it empty. But now it was perfect. The dogs were right on my heels when I got to it, flashlights were closing on me as I pushed the door open enough to drop my bag inside then pulled it back shut. I. He doesn't double it over, instead just letting it fall to his side. Again, he admires me for a moment, increasing my apprehension, my fear, and my passion. He brings the strap back and then forward, lashing fire across my loins. I bite my lip to avoid screaming, but the pain brings my heat to a new level. Again, the strap snaps and this time, I cannot restrain my voice. I can feel the two stripes of fire independently. He brings it back and forward once more, the small end finding the crack. I told him things I’ve never told another. He listened and read, and deciphered and considered. He is a man of superior intellect, his brain works overtime on puzzles and solutions. He is intensely sexual, he believes no one woman can satisfy him completely, yet he satisfied me, like no other ever had, with a keystroke and a voice. I was lost in the visions of our joining, and carnal pleasures. I wanted his scent, his touch, the feel of him, more than anything I’ve ever wanted. He scared me.