There would be more, he assured her before disappearing through the darkened doorway and leaving her alone with her rattling thoughts. Lydia cringed. She had told her daughter Shari such lies about tonight. Would the girl suspect her mother had something going on the side? After all her lectures on morality and on good girls, wasn't she a hypocrite, lying as she was now, waiting for this man to rape her… or do something worse?

Footsteps! Lydia tensed, her fingers curling and the nails biting into her sweaty palms. She heard the floorboards creaking under his weight as he approached the bedroom. More than ever the woman could feel her nylon panties pressing against her wet cunt, the silken material feeling shocking good against the swollen, sensitive cunt-meat. God, what a whore she was becoming!

"Good. You're not like some of the others who try getting away," he said, wiping one hairy paw over his full lips.

Lydia spotted a can of beer in one hand, the gold sides slightly crushed in by his full fingers. He had changed from his Levi's to a strange outfit, one the woman found oddly exciting as well as terrifying. Max, as he called himself, had pulled an a pair of tight-fitting chaps, the black leather compressing his muscular flesh while letting the bulge between his legs protrude from the opening between his legs.

He had taken off his white cotton t-shirt. Lydia could see all too well his hairy chest, his full, hard, rounded muscles and the line of hair that went, from between his nipples down to his… his crotch! Oh, the thought of it made her cunt pulse with rising heat! He was going to rape her, fuck her here on this mattress with her hands roped behind her. She moaned through her clenched teeth, rubbing her cuntlips against each other again, and feeling the electricity from her clit seeping into her cuntmeat! It was horribly delicious!