I sat there in what seemed at first to be total quiet. “You’ve gotten what you wanted,” she continued, her tone that of a beggar. “You’ve gotten what you wanted,” she continued, her tone that of a beggar. “You’re hurting me,” she whined, her body squirming beneath my weight. She could then remove the hood from her head and walk home, having never seen my face or the outside of my van. Please….”
I stirred. I could already see her panties at the hemline of her hiked up mini-skirt and roughly pushed the tight fitting skirt higher up on her, over the swell of her hips, until her lacy panties where exposed in their entirety. Gurgling sounds emanated from behind her gag and she squirmed desperately as she heard the duct tape being ripped from the roll that I had taken from my pocket. So, after a numerous quantity of good, in-and-out fuck strokes, I couldn’t whisper as I wanted. When I was done, I tossed her dress to her.
