In no time at all she stood naked before her abuser. ?Now, why don’t you lie back on your desk and pull your legs back with your hands. Boy, your ti...s are really ugly looking, huh. Still all purple and red. You’d better be a good girl today, or I might have to make ‘em even redder.?This was enough incentive to make Libby hurry to do Jack’s bidding, and in a few moments, she was prone on the desk, legs up and being held behind the knees by her hands. She was very careful to make sure that her. Love is love, how arepeople supposed to demonstrate 'Love?" How did your parents demonstrate 'Love' to you, James?" They didn't. We were a dysfunctional family. I've told you that. I'm the4th in a family of 7 children and my parents didn't have time todemonstrate 'Love' to any of us. Well, maybe my sisters, but I never sawany of it. Who gives a crap about that anyway? I'm a guy. What do I careabout 'Love' and all that?" I don't know, James. If you could describe 'Love,' can you tell me howyour. She rubbed her clit, whimpering and moaning at the wonderful sensations and the heat building within her, she couldn’t get enough of it. As if reading her thoughts, the fog took her other hand and urged her to thrust a finger in her pussy as she rubbed her clit. Katie cried out as the fire in her increased a hundred fold. Her fingers sped up, going faster and faster, needing something but she didn’t know what. She could feel that she was almost there when suddenly, her hands came to a rest on. I stared dead ahead through glassy eyes. It came down to whether I trusted the Frenchman to take this for what it was: a horny woman taking advantage of a situation and giving herself ultimate pleasure, or whether he would cause a scene. I was having trouble focusing and found it hard to process, waiting to see some validation of either outcome but unable to properly concentrate. We exited another tunnel and the station flashed by as we slowed, its name and the new wave of bustling commuters.