Well of course she did what he told her. She always did eventually. It was the sport of the mental contest that was the fun of it. His hand snaked between her tight thighs. Slowly pressing upward. GoodFellow was going to use her tight stance against her to keep his hand into her hot lips. His index finger slowly stirring her clit.<br/><br/>It was only a matter of time then. She had to keep her legs tight to keep more of him from finding her. It would prevent her from kicking our bending her knees. There was no good positions and she was off balance over the bed. He wasn't about the let her head up off the mattress. That would be way too much advantage and he didn't want to hurt her by pressing her back on the mattress should she rise up.<br/><br/>But all this play was making him hungry. His heart pounding in his chest and his breath shallow. He kissed the back of her neck. There was no doubt she stirred something inside him just by her presence. Something he wanted more of.<br/><br/>Today, in this short time in her room, GoodFellow wanted to hear the soft moans and gasps of her forced orgasm at his hands.