Don't do anything.

You're no help to me at all, Conscience. It's almost as if you want to see me abused!

With my bra now in his hands, this stupid prick just got up from my back. I sigh with relief at the lessened pressure.

I can sense him standing there watching me, but I'm not quite sure what to do.

Well, I can't just keep lying here. I make sure to cover my titties with my hands as I slowly rise.

Now, as he stands behind me, he's placing his hands at my sides. I feel his tongue again, sliding up and down my lower back. It makes me shiver.

"oooooooohhhh..." I moan. THAT is too much.
I'm pretty sure he's found one of my weak spots as he gently guides me forward, and I offer him no resistance. Why don't I resist, you ask? Because, I'm not sure what to do, and you're not helping me.

My arms are covering my tits, but I have to use them to brace myself as he pushes me over the table. My long brown hair flows over past my shoulders so I'm pretty sure he's seen nothing of my titties yet.

"OHHHH" I gasp as he suddenly reaches beneath my white skirt and yanks down my pink panties.

Oh shit, it's time to go, but my panties are stretched at my knees, and he has brought one of his hands to **** pressure on my back. With one hand, my body is restrained as I try but cannot rise from the table.

"Don't you fucking d--" I say, but too late as I feel him **** two fingers into my pussy.

"Nooooooooooooooo"

I brace forward, smashing my tits into the table as bolts of unwanted pleasure shoot through my body.

"Ohhhhhh ohhhh you bastard ohhhhhhhhh." I scream. Who the hell does this old man think he is????

Conscience, Help! Help me, Conscience!