I was barely able to hang on to the overhead strap to stay on my feet. He had one hand working my c**t and the other roaming over my bare ass, between the cheeks and pushing up into my anus in quick jabs. I usually liked to dominate a man in playtimes, but right then I was seriously subservient, not knowing if he had a knife and might jab me.
The s****l tension built in my loins from that pitch-dark assault. Why didn’t I call out for help? I demanded the answer of myself, only to be answered by my better judgment that it was safer to succumb and let him have his filthy crude way with me rather than risk being injured by fighting. Safety first, not pride. I could imagine my clothes being torn off me, and that would have been a fate worse than him fingering me in the dark. I had no choice b
