He acted as if he hadn't heard her. She started struggling again and he gave her a look of disgust. He put his hands back on her shoulders and his fingers felt so strong. He moved his hands down and into the front of her dress. Her low-cut blue dress easily moved away from his hands and he cupped her naked tits.

"Very nice," he said. "Very fucking nice!"

She blushed with shame and humiliation as he squeezed her tits. His fingers moved over her nipples and he began rubbing them. She gasped a little. She didn't enjoy the sensations this man caused in her.

He took his hands out of her dress and reached into his pocket and brought out a switchblade knife. He flicked the blade open and her eyes widened with fear. She had no idea about what this crazy man might do.

He put the knife in the top of her dress and then, very slowly, he cut the fabric apart. Beth couldn't move. One slip and she was afraid she would be scarred for life. She was vain about her looks, perhaps more afraid for her looks than for her life.

She didn't move until he'd cut the blue gown all the way down to her waist. Then he put the knife away and he peeled the two parts of her dress back. Her naked tits were staring him in the face and he licked his lips.

"Fucking beautiful," he told her.

He moved his face down and he let his tongue play around one of her swollen nipples. He kept moving his tongue around her nipple for a few moments. Then he opened his mouth and sucked the hard bud into his mouth and began chewing on it gently.

"Don't do that," she whispered. "Please don't."

Nobody but her husband had ever done anything like this to her. She felt his spit dripping down the side of her tit as he gently started sucking even more of her titty-flesh into his mouth and letting his teeth scrape gently.

Her back hurt. Her arms were cramped and she wanted him to stop but she knew he wasn't going to stop. He released one titty but it was only to move his hungry mouth to the other. His lips and tongue kept working on her tittyflesh.