And then you thrust forward, and I tilt my head back as the sensation rocks my body. You grab me by the hair though and forcefully make me face you ag...in. “Look at me” you growl, and I stare at you in contempt, trying and failing to keep a straight face as you ravage me. It feels good despite the situation, and I can’t help but let a soft moan escape. “What was that? Is my slut enjoying this? I think she likes it. Tell me you like it. Tell me you like being tied up and used and fucked against. My breasts seem to be swelling. I want to tear off my clothes, I want to show him my naked body, to present my breasts to his gaze, to offer my cunt for his inspection. He turns around and disappears into his building. Has he shared in that flash of desire which has left me panting as if I have just run a race? Has my shadowy presence induced in him the same relentless need that is now making my hand go down, to my sex, my swollen, wet labia? Has he hurried inside to masturbate?Maybe. When shetried to claw him off he pulled back a large hand and slapped her repeatedly,spraying fine droplets of her blood on the wall each time. Finally he caughther hands, and wrapped both wrists with his immense left hand ending her struggle. Martina could feel his sweat mixing with her, and he leaned down and lickedher lower lip. His saliva burned in her open wound, and she started screamingfor help. ?No help for you sweetheart, it's well past everyone else's bedtime.? As the whimpers began. We all knew he wasn't upset, and quite to the contrary, was a bit excited. We all could see his cock rising in his sweat pants withanticipation."Just told them about Jon," Tom began. "And, of course, Bob and Brandon were true friend," he concluded with a big grin."Yea, right, with Brandon's hand on your cocks," he quipped. "I believe that!"Tom stood up, walked over to Dave and gave him a big hug. Brandon and I just sat there watching our two friends. Tom, hugging Dave with one arm, brought.