When Stoner emerged from the bathroom, he went directly to the side of the bed where Justine’s head and mouth waited expectantly. He sat next to her and leaned over, caressing her pert breasts. He ran his hand over her stomach and between her legs. Justine’s body was tense, rigid with apprehension. When Stoner seized her labia, squeezing them sharply, she stiffened and let out a quiet gasp. Stoner watched her face as he pressed harder and harder. Justine squirmed at the painful compression of her tender lips. Her legs, suspended in the air, flailed uselessly. When Stoner was satisfied that he had her whole attention, he released his grip and stood, placing Justine’s head between his thighs. His c**k was hardening in anticipation of its pleasure. He rubbed the still flaccid meat over Justin
