Béla tensed her body against the pressure of the knife, breathing heavily. Her nerve endings were beginning to tingle. She was getting too aroused to...control herself. All she wanted now was to be roughed up and fucked.She arched her back, pressing her body forward against the knife, forcing it deeper into her flesh.“You can’t hurt me!” she sneered at him, gritting her teeth, desperately needing to be violated.The dim-witted man snarled at her and viciously slashed the knife into her belly. Béla. Almost on their own, their lips found each other. The kiss was softer this time, slower, letting them explore more of the moment as they found their rhythm. Their breath become as one; he loved the feeling of her now bare breasts pushing up into his chest, and she found comfort in his weight atop her.There was no need for talking now, only an unspoken urgency for more, for a release. They stayed like that for a long moment, feeling each other, but then her hands slipped from his back to his. Please get me a blanket, though, because it is a little chilly here on the floor." Sue fetched a blanket and a pillow for the woman to use while they waited for Hercules to be ready for another fuck.After about 45 minutes, Hercules was brought back in and the woman was helped to her feet. She was now wearing the skirt, so Hercules was as calm as he ever was. She turned her back to Hercules and raised the skirt just enough to get the ointment applied. Sue gave her a cloth to wipe her hands while. The first time after I watched her dancing in a set of pink bra and panties, her long black hair flowing as she turned. It was fast, almost frantic. So with my hands I guided her to a slower, more sensual style.Then a second time a week later, when she had shown up in a rather simple dress, but underneath I discovered she wore a silk slip. Which is what she was wearing as I had put on a record that had been left with a bunch of others in a box down in the basement, “Barry Manilow’s Greatest.