Dawn’s cheeks are sprinkled with the softest down, and I stroked across the soft hair with my thumbs. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light, and I kiss...d her brow. Her skin felt warm on my lips. Her hand ran up and down my hip, sliding down towards my groin. But I gently took her wrist in my hand. ‘Not yet,’ I said. First it was her turn. I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm. She breathed deeply, and a rosy flush formed on her upper chest, circling like a necklace. I examined her. She felt his hardness grow at her touch, The leathers were too tight to allow it free movement so she gradually moved the leather allowing it to extend down his leg. As it grew so her hand movements became longer. It quickly became rock hard to her touch and seemed so long encased in the black skin of his trousers. Her pussy was no longer itching, it ached to have his solid manhood filling her masterfully. The thought of the solid rod, she was massaging, filling her tight love tube caused. ‘He chose me. I was so scared, he had a look of evil in his eyes, and he grabbed my wrist, twisting it as he dragged me up to a bedroom…. He hurt me that first time…. With his hands…. He liked to see me beg him to stop hurting me…. Afterwards I lay there, while he got dressed and went downstairs. The next thing I knew I was being bundled up and taken with him in the big car with the blacked out windows to his home miles away.’ ‘How long were you there at his place?’ ‘About a month, I’m not. The slippery feeling reminded her of rubbing her slick pussy when she got excited. She felt Mark's hips thrust up as she stroked down. Her fingers nimbly found his most sensitive spots.Mark knew he was not going to last long. A girl was stroking his cock and it felt miraculous. Seeing Jane kiss me distracted him from the thought of me being involved. I wasn't really I rationalized. I was just the catalyst, the thing that starts the action-reaction but isn't part of it. To him, I was suddenly.