He glanced over at me and said I was welcome to do the same to myself and for me to not be nervous.I pulled my pants down to my ankles and started wha...king off right then and there. We were sitting close to each other and he leaned over and put some baby oil on my cock. He said it would make it easier to cum that way. After he put on a few drops, he took my cock in his hand and rubbed the oil all over it, making it slippery! It felt so good him doing that but it did make me jump a little at. Add that to the benefits of reading, I guess. It helps you live vicariously—and die, distantly, as a spectator.I know. I stopped addressing you, my Reader, my Rapist, for a couple of interior paragraphs there; I'm sorry. I needed a few private moments to collect myself, my thoughts, my whatever.I'm back now, struggling, but weakly, almost out of a sense of obligation, a sense of theater. No one likes indifference in a lover—or a victim. Don't you sort of expect a little struggle, a little. I loved it and I love my ravisher. Bill, I've got you and I won't let you go." That's good. I don't want to be released."I snapped my fingers and smiled. "I may have a solution to our little problem. I don't know if it will work but it's worth thinking about it."She said, "Talk! Don't leave me in suspense. What are you thinking?"I said slowly, "You move your show around?" She nodded. "You even did a show from Destin?" Yes, A recorded segment though it was never used." Why couldn't you do your. Gary starts fucking Stephanie as she is on her side, sliding his cock deep in then out of her. He then reaches down pinching her nipples as he fucks her. He doesn't know that she's never been fucked like this before. He just figured that she's had her pussy fucked in this position many times before him, that there's nothing she hasn't had tried before. All he knows that it feels good to have his cock buried up her cunt like this. He knows it's the closest thing he's going to get to doing her.