Always he controlled the pace, never revealing the next step, never promising anything more, always she understood there was more, much more, but only...at his pace, only if she earned it, only if she completed the current task. The current task, the open box, the task.The girl sat watching the open box, eying it as she undressed slowly, drawing out the time as if somehow the task would grow easier with time. She knew better, had learned not to wait, not to delay, she had once, never again. She. The manner in which Paul’s torso was slamming into Diana’s still tender ass further added to her discomfort. This further added to Diana’s misery. She was being raped while been forced to continue to lick Ann’s pussy. Paul leaned forward and was kissing his wife. Diana was no more than an instrument for their mutual pleasures. This made the rape impersonal and all the more humiliating. Diana was relieved to hear Ann ask Paul to fuck her pussy and was happy when she was shoved aside and Paul. Yeah. I’m picturing you right now, bending me over, with my hands up against the wall of the shower stall while you fuck me hard and fast the way I love it while the water streams over both us. You can call me ‘Counselor’ as you’re pissing on my tits or coming on my face. Do it. You know you want to, and my cunt is burning up with the thought of your hot piss on my naked skin and your sweet, sweet come on my face. Can we do it early? Please? Saturday is too late. I’ve got plans. .. can I squeeze your boobs?" I was barely able to get the words out before I regretted asking.Her eyes widened in surprise, and there was a pause."Excuse me?" She said, incredulously."I know, that's weird and out of the blue. But I've seen you bounce them around for so long, and I just really want to touch them. I don't want sex or anything, just to touch your tits."She crossed her arms and frowned, taking a few moments to think it over."You'll feel better if I let you touch me?" She finally.