He looked at her like she was beautiful, even though he probably didn't intend to. And for the first time in her life she had started to believe it."O...ay," Jason said as he allowed her to sink so she could stand in the waist deep pool. "You seem to have the form down now. Let's see how you do on your own." He took her hand to lead her to the edge of the pool."Wanna race?" she asked with a laugh."I've got to watch you to make sure you've got it down," he said with an indulgent smile as he pulled. Your fingers continue to explore me deeply as more hands grasp and paw at me. my shirt is ripped from me, buttons flying, and my bra is cut away. In panic i try to cover my nakedness but my arms are grabbed and pulled behind me, secured at wrists and elbows with cable ties, forcing my chest forwards. i feel hands crawling all over me, pinching and slapping. Cameras flash, blinding me. my nipples are pinched, twisted, bitten. i feel hands spreading my ass cheeks, a violating finger pressed into. Once in a while I'd received messages from men who had read my stories; some just expressed their enjoyment, while others proposed chatting in one way or another.These men were always quite polite, and I, being equally polite, put them off in a nice manner. I am after all, in spite of my sex life being somewhat dull, more or less happily married.Well one day, I saw that there was a message for me, and on opening it, I was somewhat taken aback."Hi slut," the message began, "I can tell from your. Louis and wife, and his two boys, in Manhattan and I am also a part time student in a community college studying ESL. ?Mr. Louis is not only a pastor at a church in Manhattan, but also works at a software company. ?He is a boss of some sort since he doesn't have to leave for work until 10 in the morning, and sometimes he doesn't go to work at all. ?I have only seen his wife once or twice and she supposed have to travel alot for business reasons, the truth of which I cannot attest to. ?I wonder.