He couldn't help grinning as he looked over his find, taking in her pure, lushly ripened nakedness. So healthy, so damned healthy and innocent. She was a juicy, fresh-picked peach – all naked and inviting, lusciously perched on a pedestal, awaiting his touch, his mouth, his lips… and his cock!
He lifted one knee awkwardly, wincing at the pain of the hay picking into his flesh. Christ, the tortures I put myself through for a piece of ass… easier to go out and buy a piece from a working girl… Then he shoved that knee between Mimi's hips until he was straddling her securely, pinning her down on the hay.
The panic-stricken girl squirmed to escape him as he rose on one knee and yanked his pants down over his ankle, over his already bare foot, taking advantage of his momentary clumsiness. But Dobkins anticipated that, and thwarted her attempt immediately. He pinned her instantly with one hand right in the middle of her smooth flat belly, tightly smashing her against the hay as he pulled his pants free of his other leg and tossed them on the floor beside him.
Her defenseless body's strength to resist now weakening, Mimi pleaded helplessly for him to leave her alone, her mind whirling, half-dazed windmill of fear and humiliation.
Oh, God, please… don't let this awful thing happen to me! Oh God, I was such a fool! So hungry for a fast solution and now I'm going to pay for my greediness. "Oh, please, Mr. Dobkins… you can take all the photographs of me you want… But not this! Not this!"