He wanted to rip every ounce of innocence away from her fragile existence, so pure, so perfect—he wanted it all to evaporate. His head lowere... in hunger, and he could smell her fear. The stench of her urine, drenching the last bit of underwear she had on, was intoxicating. He could see that she was clenching her teeth with her eyes shut, refusing to believe that what was happening to her was indeed a part of reality. Her soft whimpers escaped her attempts to stifle them. He could feel. Then I pulled out some new sexystockings from my drawer.Why not match up some shoes with my panties? I found my red pumps. Ididn’t usually wear heels in the daytime, but the extra four inches fitthe mood I was in and gave a nice shape to my legs. Taking a quick lookin the full length mirror, I did a quick inventory. Hair and makeup weregood, bling was good, panties and shoes were great. Upstairs I went tothe coat closet. Finding my longer black winter coat, I slipped it onand buttoned it up.. And tapping. And tapping. Now I increase the strength a bit, but not too much. Tap tap tap. Anna still hasn't said a word. I must have hit her several dozen times by now, but none of it counts. So I keep going. Her skin is turning red, not the deep angry red of recently whipped skin, but the reddish glow of irritated skin. And tap tap tap it goes. We must be well past 100 taps now, and again I increase the strength a bit. But no too much. Tap tap tap. Anna is squirming now, the taps becoming. He then reached up and slipped his now lubed fingers in between my pussy lips. His fingers were cold and I jumped when I felt them almost inside me. I pushed his hand away. He smiled and just looked at me. I slowly lowered myself over his hard cock. I was so fucking horny and normally my decision would have been to impale myself on that nice hard piece of meat, but now I was feeling that it was the result of an unfair blackmail; so, he would have only what he asked for, a sliding tease and a.