I clenched my stomach muscles as he traced the edge of my shorts his fingers just under the edge of the material moving against my skin. Nerves overwhelmed me me for a moment but a rush of pleasure swept it away and I was distracted. Fighting to keep from submitting to him.<br/><br/>I opened my eyes and moved to the ceiling before they drifted down to look at him at what he was doing to me. I didn't want to admit how much pleasure he was giving me but it was like arguing that the sun was really blue, pointless and a flat out lie. Something shifted inside me as if accepting the simple fact had changed something when really it was just another realization that meant little.<br/><br/>I may at that moment wish to be another person who could revel in the pleasure Goodfellow was so generously bistowing but I wasn't someone else I was me. And true to form my beliefs came before anything I wanted. I believed in my rights meaning that this without choice was just molestation, good sensations aside it wasn't what I wanted.<br/><br/>At least that's what I kept telling myself as I repressed a moan. It's what I kept thinking even as my skin felt like it was on fire, his ever touch burning me from the inside out. It's what I kept repeating as I felt the heat pool and dampness cling to my inner thighs again. I groaned and closed my eyes again wishing for some kind of escape.