I guess I'm no better - a sad middle aged bastard in a run-down town preying on vulnerable woman."Do you want to fuck me?" she offers."Just rub my nip...les whilst I wank myself off."She twists into my body and brings her fat moley arms across my chest. I grab hold of my cock and start rubbing it. She briefly snogs me and then pulls back a little. As I become more turned on I become aware of the pungent cocktail of her body odours - her bad breath, the fishiness of her cunt and perhaps a trace of. Like most teenaged girls, I've spent many hours looking at myself in the mirror, usually naked. My breasts have developed quite nicely in the last year or so and I fill a B-cup very snugly. I am also very firm (I pass the 'pencil' test, you remember that, you pass if you can't hold a pencil under your breast and it falls to the floor), no sag, no jiggle and my nipples get very hard when I rub them. They are dark pink with light pink areolas that are slightly swollen and get puffier when I get. "Of course. I have to finish the whole thing. You wouldn't want me to turn around and whack you again like I did the first time I had the chance, would you?" She giggled, recalling her escape attempt when she had first been brought to the centre.I smiled ruefully in response, remembering the lump that the keyboard had raised on the back of my head, not to mention the embarrassment of being found hogtied with computer cables and a mouse jammed in my mouth as a gag. "Not at all. You'd better get. It continued for some months later on she became free with me and we used to talk regularly for hours . this continued . then my birthday came on which she asked my what gift I would like so that she will give me that particular gift . it was then when I proposed her . I just simply said that I would like to make her my life partner . just on the moment I asked her for this gift she disconnected the phone . after that she neither attended my birthday nor she talked to me for 1 month . during.