Erica knew she could run. She might outdistance them for a few minutes, but then she would be caught. And she was tired, and it seemed like every bone ached.

"No," she said. "I'll give you no trouble."

Tim smiled a soft smile. Before she realized what he was going to do, he bent down and kissed her on the mouth. She found his lips surprisingly gentle. He kissed her softly on the mouth and then her cheek and then his lips brushed against her neck.

"You are a beautiful woman, Miss Thomas," Tim said softly. "We wouldn't have hurt you if you hadn't made us. We didn't come here to hurt you. Just to give you a little fun."

His hand was suddenly on her right breast. He began to stroke it gently through the blouse. She felt her nipple betray her and become erect.

"What a nice, round tit," Tim said. "So big and full. I'd like to swallow it whole."

He pressed his body against her. She flinched when she felt his prick stirring against her.

"Come on, Tim," Carl said. "Let's put her on the blanket. You can't fuck standing up."

Erica's eyes opened wide as she saw the boys taking out the blanket and stretching it on the ground. Tim took her hand and led her to the blanket.

"You're nice and soft," Tim said as he stroked the curve of her buttock. "I bet you've got a beautiful body."

Erica didn't want him talking about her body. She didn't want his hand stroking her buttock. She was frightened and she was getting tense, the way she did every time a man touched her. Tim seemed to feel her nervousness.

"It's all right," he said. "I'm good. All the girls tell me I'm good. You just relax and I'll make you feel good."

Tim pushed her down on the blanket and he stretched out beside her. His hand went back to her tit.

"Hot titty," he said. "You're got a hot titty. I bet you're burning up."

She wasn't burning up. She was cold. As cold as ice and her hands were trembling.