A kind of deep fear seemed to well up in her eyes and tears began to stream down the sides of her face.<br/><br/>"I dont want..." she started, breathing heavy, unable to look away from him, "...this...let me go!" she screamed. Her hands came up and her legs went own as she seemed to scramble around on the shower floor striking aimlessly at air, kicking at his legs.<br/><br/>She didn't know how she'd come to be where she was, but she wasn't going to be used...again, she wasn't sure why, but she was feeling again, fear that she hadn't had in a long while, and she struggled as hard as she could against him, despite his size. Before her face, his...manhood, threatened her, though she remembered the feeling of its head against her lips with a fond kind of arousal, she feared him, and it.