A girl in need

Wary, you slip around to the back of the cottage, listening at the back door and hearing nothing. Opening it silently, you slip into the dark kitchen, your senses on alert. Glancing up the hallway you see light spilling out of the living room, but hear no sound at all. You wonder if whoever turned the light on has left but decide to take no chances. You creep up the hallway silently until you can peer into the room.

You're only mildly surprised to see Tamara Longmire sitting on your couch, her skirt pulled up around her hips. With one hand she holds her panties to one side while other strokes and teases her wet and glistening pussy. Her blouse is open, her milky tits half exposed and obviously unrestrained by a bra. She's biting her lip, her face intent on her masturbation, and doesn't see you staring at her.

When you step into the room she looks up at you in alarm, her eyes wide. As she jumps to her feet it's obvious she has rolled her skirt up until it barely covers her ass, showing the long expanse of her creamy thighs.

"Oh God! Don't rape me!" she whimpers frantically. "You're going to make me, aren't you? Oh God you're going to make me do it!"