’ A knock on her bedroom door shook her from her thoughts and her mother came in. ‘Hurry darling, we must be ready to go as soon as your father�....’ Her mother looked quizzically at her daughter. ‘Rita, what’s wrong? Are you sick, dear?’ She sat up and swung her feet to the floor as she looked at her mother briefly before running to the bathroom to throw up again. As she finally was able to stand on wobbly legs, she leaned against the sink to wash her face. ‘Marie, are you and Rita ready?’ her. I didn't know what was happening or what he was doing. I was afraid to ask or say anything. It began to hurt but I remained silent except for a whimper. He could tell by the look on my face I was in pain and confused. He reassured me not to worry and just let him continue. He said he would be gentle. Gentle with what I thought. He eased up a bit and slowly began rocking back and forth, slowly entering me. I was in pain, it hurt like hell, but I wanted him to know I was a woman and tried to hide. She confessed that she wasn't really scared by the storm and came to my room certain that I would be jerking off and she wanted to play around with me.We sat up in the bed and I lifted her nighty over her head and tossed it to the floor and began playing with her soft perky tits as she toyed with my cock. I pushed her down on the bed and pulled off her panties and ran my fingers through the patch of curly soft hair covering her pussy. She spread her legs apart as I inserted a finger into her. Before I knew what was happening, my red dress was torn open, the fabric just barely clinging to my shoulders.The wind was blowing my hair and the remnants of my dress all over the place.I was freezing atop this building but I dared not shiver or show weakness to this man.He approached me with a wild look in his eyes, he wasn’t done with his my dress. My bra was split apart by his raw, dirty hands and he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard, leaving grey dust all over me.It was pain like I.