She hadn't said much so far, just whimpered and cringed as the knife played over her. But I knew that she would find her voice soon enough. I pounded on the back of the cab to let Johnson know to start driving. The noise of the vehicle would drown out most of the sounds she made. As the truck moved out, I left her for a moment to pull down the canvas at the rear of the cargo compartment so no one would see us. That left us in almost total darkness. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled then down to let my erect cock free. I pressed my self against Karen's back, letting my cock rest against her bare asscheeks. She jerked when my cock touched her- like it had burned her skin. I wrapped one arm around her again, resting the knife against one of her fear erect nipples, toying with it with the tip of my knife. I let the other hand roam over her bare skin, feeling her flat stomach, the weight of her other breast, the fine hairs between her legs. Karen flinched every time I touched her, her body. She reached up and lightly pinched her nipples, making them harden under her touch. While one hand still played with her breasts, her other reached down and took one his hands and placed it on her left breast. She felt his hand grab her and told him to stop. She saw the worried look on his face and knew that she would have to teach him how to make love to a woman. Her fingers gently moved his hand up and over her breast, cupping it, massaging it. She told him to pinch her nipple slightly and he did. She brought his other hand to her other breast and instructed him to do the same. Her hands played over his, teaching him the proper movements causing soft moans to escape from her lips. She pulled his hands away and held them. "Have you ever made love to a woman's pussy before?" she asked, already knowing the answer. He shook his head slightly and watched in rapt fascination he heard her tell him that today, he was going to learn how. His eyes watched as her fingers hooked her panties.
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