"You're so pretty," he told her. "So pretty. I've never seen anyone as pretty as you."

She started fighting him when he grabbed her around her waist and tried to put his hand under her skirt. She fought so hard that he finally had to give up. He was so drunk that he got out of breath quickly.

She quickly tried to open the door but his strong hand clamped around her arm.

"Let me go," she pleaded. She was scared to death. She had never been in a situation like this before.

"I'll let you go, baby," he promised her. "But you got to do something for me. You got to help me out."

He forced her hand down to his lap. He had somehow unzipped himself. For the first time her fingers touched a man's cock. She knew what it was called. She had seen it written on bathroom walls often enough. Yet, she had never expected to touch one so soon. She was a good girl.

Despite her disgust, she felt a lewd kind of fascination with Mr. Longworth's cock. He made her do everything, but she could feel the funny feeling in her belly that sometimes happened when she touched herself. A kind of quivery feeling.

"Wrap your fingers around it, little honey," Mr. Longworth moaned. "Wrap your fingers around it tight. That's right, sugar. Now move your hand up and down. Yeah, just like that."

His hand moved to clutch at her wrist as she kept moving her fingers up and down on his swollen cock. The heat of his prick grew against the circle of her fingers. He made her move her hand faster.

"Yeah," Mr. Longworth yelled. He humped his ass off the car seat as she jerked him off. "Yeah, yeah, shit yeah!"

He gave a groan and his prick suddenly shot out a thick wad of sticky cream all over her fingers and hand. It was crazy but she kept moving her hand even after he had shot his wad. Finally he had to pull her hand away.

Now she could feel his anger.