"You know you want it, bitch.  I picked you because you wanted to be bound, gagged and forced to climax.  Stealing your identity pays my bills, but making you cum feeds my soul," the woman whispered to Loren.  Loren's concentration was between her legs as the woman's pantyhose encased fingers and thumb worked on her clit and womanhood.  Perhaps the woman was right.  Perhaps she wanted to be forced to cum against her will.  No, no...this was wrong, Loren thought.