She layed completely still as his finger pushed against her most sensitive areas. Looking away, she squeezes her eyes tightly shut trying to ignore the growing tighness in her abdomen and the throbbing around his finger.

She then feels him move closer to her body and rub himself into her wetness. The head of his organ flicks across her clit twice and she fears he is about to enter her and terror momentarily flashes through her body but she forces it deep inside her not wanting him to see.

She looks down at Will, seeing that he has no intention of entering her yet. She sees he is stroking himself in rythm with the finger raping her and notices the glazed look in his eyes. She knows his orgasm is rapidly approaching. She locks her gaze on him in confusion. "Why isn't he..." she thinks to herself.

His motions become faster and more erratic and she forgets her senses. For a moment she loses focus on everything but his finger and watching him stroking himself. Her muscles tighten and contract and her breath quickens. And without another thought the first wave of pleasure rushes through her body. Her back arches and her hips thrust toward his hand in uncontrollable extacy.

As the waves subside, the humiliation of her body's complete abandonment is more than she can bear and she begins to sob silently. Its then that she notices something hot and sticky dripping down between her legs and realizes that it's not only her own juices but his as well adding to her agony.