His cock is still as stiff as a metal pole and I notice I now have pre-cum all over my lower stomach and the front of my jeans. I guess it had been st...ck in between us this whole time. He’s still moving his fingers inside of me extremely slowly. I guess my body has gotten used to the intrusion as it’s no longer extreme pressure, just slight pressure, to make the presence of his fingers known. He notices the mess on my jeans and asks, “Are you sure you don’t want to take these off?” He tugs at. Somebody showed up with beer, a couple people started pushing each other into your pool, and soon enough people were going crazy, there was lots of kissing and the like. You ran to the store to buy a bikini, since your only swimsuit was a bit embarrassing, but it was closed and you realized it was after midnight. So you came back to your house and that's when things got bad. Apparently somebody thought they were witnessing a rape and they called the police (it turns out both people were just. Once when she woke up, again in the shower and on the bus to work as that handsome young man stared at her. Once, no twice while on the phone speaking to the hypnotic voice of Gunther, the German Section manager. Twice during the meeting with the section head as he droned on and on about figures and returns and performance. Again when hot, young Lyndsey from accounts came down and perched on the corner of her desk, her stocking top showing through the split in her skirt. Twice in the toilets. I loved watching their pain and terror. While most males raped women for the power or feeling I did it to feel their fear and pain. I walked around the bed and pulled off her blindfold in a quick motion needing to see her eyes that held most of a persons emotion. I watched her trying to adjust to the light the fear showing clearly in her eyes as they adjusted. Her gaze wandered around the room and then they landed on me and she started to struggle again. I smiled down at her "were gonna have.