That they would probably get away with it too, then to go on to hurt even more people. They would get away... while she would be raped... and I would ...robably die. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. Oddly enough, instead of being scared, with every instant, my anger at the unfairness grew stronger. I'd always hated unfairness and injustice. ALWAYS. And with that came a growing determination to try to right things, no matter how impossible that actually seemed at the moment. I grunted and forced. I was with Sarah in the change room one afternoon after swimming comps and just by chance all the other girls had finished changing and left to go to class, leaving Sarah and me together, suddenly she placed her hand on my bare arm and smiled so sweetly as she said "you were wonderful today Lauren, you swam so well" I could feel myself blush and I naturally dropped my head a little, it was then I noticed that she had removed her swimmers and showered, but hadn't yet started to dress for class,. In fact, I had a load in the bank and planned on retiring at forty, maybe ten years from now.Two bedrooms, garage, shed and trees. Work as an auditor paid decent if you had the right kind of clients, and I did a lot of my work at home.What to do? I parked myself in front of the computers, where I had a half days work waiting.I had the shades drawn, the curtains pulled and the door locked. It was just me and me. Maybe I?ll try that e-Harmony thing and just type in, Submissive male, most days. His gaze was still with hers, open and wide, all seeing as he moved closer, till her soft breasts were crushed against his chest, his hand now entrapped between their bodies. And his eyes stayed open as he slid just his tongue into her hot, wet mouth even as his finger slipped in to the wet, glorious heat of her pussy. ‘Oh shit’ Sarah felt her eyes roll up into her head as they closed in reaction to feeling his finger inside the wet, dark core of her. She hadn’t had lovers except Jason and was.