I can’t make her heal faster. I can only help, remind her of her worth, remind her I care for her, remind her that it will be ok, and, sometimes, ho...d her while she does the exact opposite. Hold her while she beats herself up. Hold her while she tells herself she is broken. Hold her while she reverts back to that 14-year-old girl on the bus who froze while her boyfriend molested her. So here we are. She is shaking and bawling uncontrollably and I am holding her as tight as I can so she can. Heather looked down once more yet again there was no perpetrator to be seen. Every passenger within a viable proximity was too deeply engrossed in their own affairs to be the guilty party. The only logical deduction was that her mind had to be playing tricks on her for some reason.So once again Heather's thoughts drifted out the window and once again she felt somebody's touch on her knee. She tried to ignore the sensation but as the seconds passed, the stroking sensation evolved into a caress.. He pressed hard into me, cock bulge first. I moaned. "Do you like how this feels, baby?" He asked, again with a sexy Spanish accent. I nodded and moaned again."I never realized how beautiful you are, daddy's little girl," his hand brushed my soaked hair away from my neck then he leaned down and started gently kissing me all the way up to my ear lobe when he nibbled a little. I was putty. My pussy was so moist. I want him to touch me everywhere. He shifted and his hard, spandex-covered cock was. Sadly, I think they'll remain potential ones, but one has to try. Come on, let's get you set up ready to get going. Your workstation only arrived yesterday, we haven't had time to install everything yet."The rest of the day was spent with Sid setting up her machine ready for use. There was a lot of trial and error in his approach to this, and Anne was getting frustrated before the end of the day. But progress was made, and by eight PM she appeared to have an operational system, with all the.