Get your shirt, it's just right there.

Omigod, is it really worth going back for it? SIGH

I approach; and he's lying there staring at me. I bend down to pick up my shirt. Oh yeah, he's getting a good look at all my cleavage for sure. I see his eyes watching me. Shit, shit, shit, this isn't good, there's no way he's going to let me go.

With my shirt in hand, I don't even bother to take the time to put it back on. I am already heading for the door.

OH NO!

He's grabbed onto my ankle. I trip and fall forward to the ground. OWWWW. Suddenly I feel his weight on top of me. He's behind me! Eeek! He's pressing my arms to the ground. His grip is too tight. I try to raise up, but he's straddled over me. Oh my...

"If you just listen to me then things wouldn't have to be so difficult." He says.

"I know- I know... I'm sorry. I should have listened."

"What will I have to do to get you to behave?"

Then, to prevent him from getting the idea to do worse, I blurt it out:

"Please, I'll let you fuck my tits. Take off my bra and fuck my tits. I'll let you. Just, don't cum on me, and I'll let you."

I hear his laughter behind me.

"With all the trouble you put me through, you'll have to give me more than that sweetheart."

"Please, I don't have anything to give."

"You have too much to give," he says.

Please, Conscience, get me out of this mess. What can I give him. How can I convince him to tittie fuck me and let me go? Or...shudder do you think I should give him something more?