My heart is racing and I can feel myself getting hot. How did I get here? Who is this man? And even though I'm scared for my life, why am I so turned ...n? Your fingers lightly graze my pussy. Slowly at first, you rub up and down and I'm breathing hard, when finally I let out a whisper."who are you?"You laugh. I'm feeling uneasy and now make it verbally apparent."Who the fuck are you?" I scream.With that you shove two fingers up my pussy, hard. Your fingers are instantly coated with my juices and. You're a lot better to look at than these walls."She smiled and took a small piece of cheese. "That's a rather large knife," she said."Aye, a Connecticut lady gave it to me, 'twas her husband's." I see," she said. "And what do you do?" Bit of this and that," I said, taking inventory of her charms as my eyes grew accustomed to the dimness. She was very handsome, perhaps not youthfully pretty, but mature and regal in her confidence, mid-30's I guessed. Her chin was firm and sharply defined, her. She extended her hand and said, "I am Erin Sparrow pleased to meet you."I took her hand lightly and she grabbed mine tightly with more strengthI would had thought she had and I said, "I am Eric Jones Ms. Sparrow."Ms. Sparrow still holding my hand very tightly said," Funny you don't look like a Jones but please call me Erin."For some unexplained reason I felt at ease with Erin and I just blurtedout that I was a foster and I really did not know my real name. I wasshocked that I shared that.. I don’t know whether it was all down to the fact I was off my feet for the first time in 10 hours, or that the beer had been so icy cold it immediately made my milky skin cover in goosebumps. Sitting back for a minute somehow made me aware of the fact my white tank top had become translucent from my sweat. Now my cleavage was clearly visible to all who looked. Not that I had anything to be ashamed about; a small C-cup suited my slender, 5”3 body quite nicely, and I mean Jack had never.