Otherwise I would have felt very guilty."I laughed, "It is not a big deal, Nancy." I continued, quickly changing the subject, "What do you do for a li...ing?" I am an aircraft mechanic." Wow, no wonder you are able to repair your car yourself. Must be nice!" Yes, I love what I do. How about you? What do you do?" I will finish college this year. I plan to do my Masters next." Wow, brains and beauty, huh? What a deadly combination!" She laughed.Her subtle compliments, firm voice, and gentle touch. Cindy looks down at herself. Going over in her head what she has on. Matching panties and bra… check. Jeans and a blue button down shirt…check. She has all her favorite jewelry on…check. Recently chewed breath mint…check. She buttons one more button on her shirt and then undoes it again, unsure if it is too much or not enough. She feels one of her more attractive qualities is her breasts and she wants to show them off as best as she can. She leaves the button undone and stepping up to the door. Leaving the glass of Scotch on the side table after taking a final sip, I stood.Above & Beyond's Alone Tonight started on the stereo, its haunting muffled trumpet sounding a cry of solitude. Sasha moved in and gently pressed herself against me, her arm around my waist, her other hand seeking and finding mine. I held it to my chest. We moved. I nuzzled her hair and inhaled the scent of the one person I loved beyond measure. Warmth arrived, Scotch enhancing every sensation.Slipping sideways,. . usually he scares me first, Sir. He drags me by the hair kicking and screaming. And it's often outdoors where others may see... He calls me a stupid whore cunt or something similar, Sir, and tells me he is going to rape my sorry ass. I usually scream and try to fight at first but I am mostly ashamed because he will soon find out I am as wet as anything. He calls me a dumb horny whore and slaps my breasts. Then he throws me over a rock or a table and he fucks me really hard. I um, I usually.