“I was sitting on your ... your thing?”I laughed. “We’re both big kids, Princess. It’s okay to say cock.”“I’m so embarrassed.” She l...oked around, unable to meet my eyes. “I thought you peed yourself.”“You’re embarrassed?” I said, trying to make it sound less tragic than it was. “I came in my pants.”“But ... how?”“Pen, sweetheart, it’s not such a surprise, is it? I mean, you’re a beautiful girl, becoming a beautiful woman. You had your bikini ... you know, not quite ... um, on.”“Beautiful?” She. ‘So sorry ma’am,’ I answered. Kathryn laughed while she watched the scene. Maria had not been one for role-playing, but clearly this was heading somewhere. She was clearly enjoying being in charge. ‘Now,’ she began. ‘Wash my chest. Every inch. I have an important engagement today.’ I applied my soap to the washcloth and began to wash her chest. I started at her collarbone, washing in small circles. I moved down between her cleavage, then began to soap up her breasts. ‘Good Cabana Boy’, she said. Once I felt the back of my calves touching the bed, he swiftly lifted me and tossed me on the bed, before getting on top of me in a flash. As my head became ensconced in his calloused mitts, Albert rigorously began kissing me.The feel of his sturdy body compressing me as he wriggled above me was extraordinary and although still fully clothed, I could already feel the pressure of his drunk-dick and cowboy belt buckle grinding into me.After several minutes, I was somewhat relieved when Albert. For the first time since he’d come into the room, the possibility that she would get raped sank in, and she was more scared than she’d ever been in her life. She wanted to scream again, but was afraid he’d hit her again, or worse. She didn’t know what to do. ‘Please! Don’t, Buddy!’ she begged. Her arms were flailing and she felt one of her hands smack against Buddy’s face. She hadn’t intended to slap him and didn’t hit him very hard, but it only stoked her assailant’s anger even more. ‘You.