The slap stung her already tear soaked cheeks.  She trembled and unwillingly got down on her knees in front of him. His cock just bobbed up and down in front of her, and she slowly opened her mouth. She closed her eyes as he took hold of her hair again and forced her to suck him up and down. She hated this, she hated him. If she had the guts she would just bite down on him and make the bastard learn a lesson. His moans proved he was enjoying this power over her, and she was helpless to do anything about it.<br/><br/>When he pulled her off his rigid cock, she thought she was done, that it was over, that she could get away from him. She could not have been more wrong. As he lifted her to her feet, he bent her over the desk again,<em>Please don't hit me again, please don't hit me,</em>she thought to herself. Hitting would have been much better than what he had planned for her. She felt his fingers slip inside of her virgin pussy. "No, No! Mr. Mercer I beg you! please, don't!" Melody was horrified this pervert was touching her  in that way. No one had touched her there, and now the first person to do it was a dirty old man! Her body froze in fear, praying he would not go any further.