He lifts up the hem of your dress.

Even more now, you felt the chill of the breeze around you, the cold air and the wind hit you, rough and hard in the face. But that wasn't the worst of it. The worst of it was just south of you, fingers bundling up your dresses cloth in his hands and slowly working your panties -- you had panties? -- down your legs. You kept whimpering a little, hands now clasping onto the pole. Shit. What was he going to do? Then, you saw him start to unbuckle his own jeans and began to panic even more, whimpers coming out of your lips even quicker than before. Your heart thumped loud and fast, knuckles whitening as your grip tightens around the pole.

"Yeah...it happened just like this. Right where the moon is...mmmn. You know, when I got your call, I thought it was Sara...but when I saw you, so ****, so wimpy...so girly..." As he says these things, it seems he's faster in undressing, slowly moving closer and closer until you can feel the warmth of him just behind you. His body pressed against yours.

"I almost couldn't help myself. Oh man, and the way you just accepted everything...y'know, when Sara gets home she's gonna be suuuurprised! I bet she'll love the video of us, here.." he whispers. You brace against the pole for what you fear's coming, but it feels like an eternity, his words pressing into your ears.

"I'm sure you know what's gonna happen next, Tara. Y'know, honestly," he says, pulling his hand away from your hair, "you should've told me all about the new you. We could've done this muuuch sooner, but...I suppose now is better than never, huh? And to think, we could have our own little reunion out here, with a little help from Cara and Sara. Funny, ain't it?" he asks, leaning in and kisses your neck. You whimper and strain against the poll, trying to pull the rope securing you there apart. Jessie doesn't seem to take any notice of your struggles, one hand slowly roaming down your body, until it rests at the hip. A tight grip follows, like a clamp on your hips; the other hand comes back up to grip your hair tightly and pulls, causing you to scream.

"P-please! Don't...p-please..I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really--"

"A little scared, aren't ya? A little scaredy girl. Don't worry," he says, pulling your hair around such that your lips were easily accessible. He kisses you on the mouth, muffling your pleas, before leaning into whisper.

"I hope you enjoy it as much as I'm going to."

The next moments are a blur; you can feel him close to penetration, his throbbing cock coming close to your ass. You can already feel the tip of it there, hard -- rock hard, even. If you don't do anything, he's going to fuck you right here, right now, and judging by his earlier words, it's going to be taped! You can't let either of these things happen.

Or..can you? Are you going to submit, let Jessie take his ****, or fight?