Some was just moans, other times, telling me that he did want this. This only made me wetter. I could feel heat as well as my juices soaked through my...pants. I wanted him to give in to it. I wanted him to dominate me the way I knew he wanted to. I ached all over, fantasizing about him throwing me to his bed, forcing my arms above my head and him binding them to his bed frame. I would of course not give in yet. I imagined him ripping my shirt while attempting to finger fuck me through my. There was no way she was going to be able to make it through the school year with this class, so she was going to try and get Tyler to not just help her with her essays and other history work, but outright do them for her.“So,” She began. “I’ve been thinking…”Tyler had slumped into his desk chair and was looking over at her. God she’s beautiful, he thought again. He stole a glance down at her legs, which were smooth, fit, and tanned, with the occasional freckle accenting her thighs. He quickly. But all I ever did was rub. I didn't ever finger myself because that seemed wrong. Eventually I found out that the rubbing was called 'masturbating'. And in the 7th grade I found out at school that masturbating is a sin so I tried to stop." We're here," he said.I looked up from the notebook and realized we'd pulled into a small neighborhood I easily recognized. Every house in the subdivision looked identical: white siding, gray shutters, small front yards. He was pulling his van into a. ‘Good,’ praised the man between my legs. ‘Flip her over,’ he said to the other man, and before I could respond, they had flipped me over onto my knees, the man at my head holding my face down by my hair against his chest.I tensed as the other man spread my butt cheeks. What was he going to do? I still couldn’t believe what was happening to me but I didn’t want it to step. How were they getting away with this in a public club?I jumped to feel something cold and slippery push up against my anus..