I look out of the corners of my eyes and say ” Don’t worry my pet,” and I park the car. I place my right hand right above her left knee, just holding her there. I look completely dashing in that black suit and a tie matching the colour of her dress. She turns around to put on my favourite perfume, just in time when the intercom rings to let her know I’ve arrived. The taste of her on my tongue turns her on immensely and she moans into my mouth. I slowly slide one finger into her, moving it around in circles, rubbing the inner walls of her pussy. She was torn between yelling that it was way too much, to stop before she died, and ever so badly wanting me to continue, please don’t stop. Her body was frozen, vulnerable, clearly begging to be played with, to be used without question. It wasn’t long before her drawn out screams grew more rapid and higher pitched.
