Other times she would enjoy the ride for awhile. Stacey's husband had a shift change, leaving her alone at bedtime. Since her husband was the who usua...ly put her to sleep, she had to take it upon herself. She pulled out her trusty book from her nightstand and started reading. It just so happened to be a story about a woman masturbating on the train. Stacey had never done it in public, so it was a real turn. As she read, she touched her breasts...giving her nipples a little tug. She moved her. He pulled behind the van and stepped off his bike. Tall, with a powerful build, he wore a fitted black t-shirt, worn blue jeans, and boots. She jumped when he tapped on her window. ‘Do you need some help, lady?’ he asked in a gruff voice as he removed his helmet. OK. He is not too bad, she reassured herself. After all, rapists don’t call you ‘lady,’ do they? ‘I’ve run out of petrol,’ she replied, still through the glass. ‘And I’m gong to be late for my first day on a new job.’ Then, when he. .. ?I want you to soothe this slaves nipples with your mouth Bobbie, but don?t touch her otherwise,? I heard him say. When her lips were touching my right nipple which seemed to be hurting worse than the left one, Hal began to flog my ass once more. And to inflame my passions he started to press on my clit with his left had while he hit me with his right. Out of my foggy sub space I heard Hal say something like... ?Bobbie, I want you to stop sucking this slave now and get the pink vibrator in. My heart was racing and my entire body was quivering from nerves but I knew this was exactly what I wanted. I opened the door and walked back into the living room, completely naked, and sat next to my friend on the couch.He looked at me and smiled and without saying anything he stood up and took his pants off. The sound of his belt hitting the hardwood floor triggered something in me, and I immediately got on my hands and knees and put my mouth on his balls. I arched my back, exposing my.