I like to think you moan as I present my soapy, wet pussy to you. Are you hard yet? I put my hand between my legs and draw my fingers through the suds... Can you see me? I hope so. I turn again and lean back against the wall. I put my leg up again and angle my hips forwards. I slide my soapy fingers over my clit and gasp, imagining it’s your hand as I rub in slow circles and slide my fingers around my opening, pressing against my swollen lips. My other hand returns to my breasts, kneading and. For one thing, I wasn’t really thinking what it sounded like, just that I didn’t know what it was. Derek has a nightlight in his bathroom, and it casts a faint bluish-white light over his bedroom. From a sliver of light, I could tell his bedroom door was open a crack. I stopped and pushed it open wider. From there in that nightlight I could make out the part of his body from about his waist up. He was lying in the bed sort of at an angle. I could tell he wasn’t wearing his pajamas. I could. I didn't think, I just got up and ran as fast as I could to get away.I ran and ran until I was out of breath. I cried bitterly, feeling dirty from the violation of my body. Depression and despair rose like a black tide in me.There was a bridge over the river. I watched the water rushing past under the bridge and out to the sea. Someone had tried to rape me. A man was able to treat me like a piece of meat. Was that like me when I was Paul?I had never raped anyone in my life but I had done. Walt was older, in his forties and nominally the senior security guard although he nearly always deferred to Mike. The squirming blonde under his massive hand was one of the most gorgeous women they had clapped eyes on and despite the incredible risk they all wanted her. ‘Leroy, Ken, help me get her on the table’ ordered Mike. ‘I’m not sure about this Mike’, said Walt slowly. ‘Then get the fuck out of here, either you’re in or not’ he shouted and Walt decided he would be in as they laid the.