Tom felt the scars, knowing what they meant. But as he trailed his fingers over them, her face became proud. She liked them. He moved about on the bed, resting his head on the old musty pillow, his cock only partially erect.<br/><br/>"Get to work then. You wanted to do this. I'm doing you a kindness."<br/><br/>There was a lust in his eyes, but it for more then just sex. Even if for a few moments, he'd own her, completely. That was what he wanted. His hand continued to run over her body, over her ass cheeks, downward toward her sex.