Even hornier.

"Oooh I like it you kinky stud," I moan. "Now get in here and fuck me good."

He laughs. He actually laughs. He reaches in and rips down the front of my dress. The straps tear and my heavy breasts fall free.

"Look at those big tired tits. You think a guy like me's going to slum like that? Fuck, and you got a nasty stomach you fat cow. Now shut the fuck up and be a good girl and wait for Jim."

His tone is icy, frightening. I crawl away from him, across the wide seat in the back of the van. My breasts, uncovered, flop and sway side to side. I want to ask who Jim is, but at the same time I can't reconcile my fear and my arousal.

"Good luck, cunt." He slams the side door of the van. All the windows are darkened, and suddenly I'm thrown into deep darkness.