He slowed down, and she looked at him furiously. ‘Why are you slowing down? I want you to fuck me faster’. He began to rub is thumb at her spot be...ween her cunt and ass. His hand began to rub between her ass cheeks. He began to work around ass, and could see how much she loved it.After a while, he stopped and pulled out. Now she was pissed. ‘Who gave you permission to stop? Who fucking gave you permission to pull out? I told you to fuck me. So fuck me. “She yelled. He just smiled, took one of. Finally, I was able to grab hold of the truck and pull myself up.Looking around I could see I was in the parking lot of an office complex. I was under a light pole and could see myself reflected in the window of the truck. There was no way to make light of it — I looked like shit! My shirt was seriously torn, and I had a couple of rips in my almost new black jeans. I always traveled with a large bottle of water and used most of it to drink and clean up as best I could. I hurt all over, with. But I still didn’t want it to happen. It was still rape because I didn’t willingly consent. Kevin may be a sophomore in college, and he may be my son’s best friend but the controlling son of a bitch still raped me! Even if I liked it I was raped. Even if I had gotten down on my knees and begged him to fuck me, it still would have been rape. The whole thing had been meticulously planned too. He admitted to having had dreams and fantasies about me. He planned to rape me, the little son of a bitch. .”He put his bag down on the chair that Michael had just vacated, and then looked at the two of them in a way that could only be described as assessing.“If you could give me ten minutes or so to examine him, Mr Richards, perhaps you would like to wait outside while I do?”“Yes, of course,” he looked at Trudy, but the doctor shook his head.“I heard someone say how helpful Ms Beaumont was when he collapsed, and in the absence of my nurse to assist me ... perhaps?”“Yes, of course I shall stay.” she.