Then repeat the movement, sliding further in with each thrust, more forcefully each time. If I close my eyes, you wait for me to open them wanting me...to watch yours before you begin moving again. Soon I'm breathless with desire, my breasts rising and falling with each breath, my nipples fully erect and harder than you've ever seen them. I feel mesmerized by the emotions etched on your face, overwhelmed and humbled by the strength of our connection. You reach out to my breasts and squeeze. With the zip undone, she simply shrugged her way out of the shoulder straps and the dress unceremoniously fell down around her lower body. She wasn’t wearing any panties, I couldn’t help but notice. As it turns out, when you don’t have a waist per se panties can be very awkward garments, prone to simply falling off, and Kat by preference tended not to bother with them. She sat naked in her chair except for her plain white bra. There was a pause. Kat broke the silence. ‘OK, I need to to lift me. A serial rapist would have been astonished at the viciousness and fury I took to her clothes. Without any compassion I would just tear as hard as I could from her body. Removing her jeans more than likely bruised Sam. Her little red bra and mismatching baby blue panties came off with little snaps.Sam was crying from fear and started struggling again. This time I punched her square in the face rattling her eyes around in her head. She stopped struggling.I began molesting her perky tits. Grabbing. She struggled and tried to turn away, but he wouldn’t let her. He pulled her close and rubbed her back. His kindness broke the dam, and the tears started again. Here he was, his arms around her, but she couldn’t have him. He probably had no idea that he was the reason she was so upset. She hiccupped and wrapped her arms around his waist. Those big hands stroked her hair and she was a goner. She loved him. It wasn’t possible, but it was happening. Without warning he swept her up into his strong.