While we were walking (they did not release me) I noticed that I could not make out their size. The cloth was like magic. The taller one must have bee... B-size and the smaller one D or E, but as much as I tried to secretly look at their breasts, the least I could figure out their shape. Strangely enough, the smaller girl kind of resembled my high school sweetheart who took my virginity. The facial features of the taller one reminded me of Juliet – the reason why I was on my fifth one hand trip. Please no, let me be barren, I think to myself. He squeezes each of my breasts in turn, kneeding them as if they were dough. All the time his wife silently looking on. Then he's above my head. "Make me hard" he commands. "You know what to do". But I don't know what to do, I'm not very sexually experienced. And I'd never given a blow job before. He reaches forward and twists my nipples. "Owww" I squeal. "That's better open that sweet little mouth for me". He pushes my head down, and rests his. ....almost there. You're gonna get it goooood." He laughed again his psychotic laugh and I could see in the darkness of the van he was looking at me. Then, I felt his hand begin to squeeze my leg and run its way up my shorts. I wanted to fight him, but was too afraid he might hit me again. He pushed up my shorts until he reached my panties and he forced his hand into them, feeling my clit. "Oooh you dirty little slut, I'm getting real hard now." He said as he drove along to this destination he. " Okay," I replied and headed toward the elevators. I watched as Beverly headed toward the bar.I rode up the elevator with a very wealthy looking woman. She smiled at me as we traveled up to the twenty-first floor.I nervously straightened my skirt."Are you okay, dear?" the woman asked."Yes, I am meeting my Daddy, and I am nervous, I don't get to seem him very often," I told her."Divorce is a terrible thing, and you look very pretty tonight, I am sure he will be happy to see you," she told me.I.