"What?" she asked playfully. "Nothing, you're just so gorgeous. You make me so horny all the time." She laughed and took my hand. "I have an idea," I ...aid, taking out my phone and hooking up the auxilary cord. "Remember this?" Suddenly the car was filled with the sounds of us moaning. I was playing one of our many recorded sessions. "Mmm yea you like that you little slut?" I was saying to her while sounds of me spanking her played. "Fuck," she said to me in the car. "Thought it might make this. I don’t penetrate any further. You grab my ass and try to pull me into you. Our lips still touching, still looking deeply into each other. “Please Jon, I want to feel you deep inside me” I slide in a little deeper, and stop. Then, as your eyes ask me, I grab your ass, pull you into me, and thrust my hips hard into yours. Without pulling back or releasing you, I grind my hips hard into yours as if my cock is searching, longing for something deep inside you. I pull your hair back behind you, to. One evening, a married man, Basil Ashcroft, caught me alone. He kissed me and fondled my breasts. He wanted to go further but I didn't like him that much. Later, a fellow my age made a play for me and I went along with it. I had sex with him and even spent the night under a blanket with him. I was caught by George and he washed his hands of me. He was more upset because I had lied and continued to lie about my experience. I don't blame him. I was dishonest."When the Duck left to explore. "Rape isn't about sex." He waited for her to disagree, but she just stared at him, one eyebrow raised. "It's about domination ... control ... it's about making the victim helpless and degrading her." And that makes him feel..." her voice quavered."Powerful," said Bob. "It makes him feel like he's the most powerful person present—that's what gets him off. He wants to feel like he owns you ... can make you do anything he wants you to, and that you are completely helpless to stop him." So I should.