"Now you're being smart," he said.

His face was full of anticipation as he went to lock his door and pull the closed sign down. Lynn didn't try to escape. She had told him the truth. She would give him what he wanted. She was too frightened of him.

He nodded and she followed him into the dark room behind the grocery store. Lynn felt a cold chill go up her spine as she looked around the dingy looking room. There was a cot. A metal thing with a dirty yellow mattress. She didn't want this. Not with this ugly man in this dirty room. There was no way she could get out of it.

She was facing the cot and he came up behind her and put his arms around her. He pulled her back against his body. His hands roamed all over her body. She shivered as his fingers found her tits. He started massaging the creamy mounds. She thought she was going to be sick. She wanted to jerk away, but she didn't dare. She didn't want to do anything that would make him angry.

"These are nice," he said, as he played with her tits. "Real nice. I've always wanted to play with tits like yours."

He pulled at her blouse. She felt the air touching her bare belly. He pulled her blouse until it was up around her neck. He cupped her tits again, and this time there was nothing but her bra between the searing heat of his fingers. She tried not to feel anything. She tried to think of other things. But it was no use. Her round melon tits were the most sensitive part of her. She couldn't hide the fact that her tits were swelling against her bra, threatening to pop the material at any second.

"Well," Brad said. "You're not as cold a bitch as you're always trying to make out. You like to have your tits played with."

He let her go. She was surprised. But he wasn't stopping. Instead he turned her around. His big eyes grew bigger as he stared at her twin mounds. He licked his lips and she was reminded of an animal getting ready to feast.