They stroked up and down her ribs, her hip bones, up along her shoulder blades and under her collarbone. Her lips parted and her eyes closed of their ...wn accord, the simplicity of the movements lighting her skin on fire. His calloused fingers were working magic into her tense muscles, and slowly, slowly she began to relax into his touch, allowing her head to lower. A very soft moan escaped her, his hands had begun their rhythmic stroking right underneath her breasts, and then they cupped her. The first rehearsal was the usual administrivia—filling out bio forms for the program, going through how the theatre operated for all those who hadn't worked with this group before, explaining what was where, introducing the staff—all the stuff that keeps everyone on the same page.Speaking of pages...Dan, the director, got up, talked for a few minutes about the show and introduced the rest of the production staff, then looked over the cast."I notice some of you came equipped with your own copy. Whitman had not stopped. Her attack on Angel's vulnerable sex continued. The tongue shoved deep into her and the mouth sucked over her tender lips. It did not take long for a second and then a third orgasm to rack the lovely girl. But still the woman did not stop. Angel could hardly breathe she was so exhausted. The tongue was still fucking her, shoving so deep into her and moving in just the right way. She could feel it as it would withdraw slightly and then shove back into her -- over and. It had a bar that puts pressure on her back so that she cannot move from a standing doggy style position. It was also short so that her boobs hang off the other side and the table was bolted to the ground. I remove my mask. I want her to know who's raping her. Then I remove the bag over her head. "Remember me, bitch?" I say angrily. "No one will know why you don't arrive at work tomorrow, ha ha. These walls are sound proof and we are up in the mountains where nobody can hear you anyway, so.