"Free inspection of power lines," he said, and before I knew it, I had opened the door—that was the beginning of everything. In that instant, his words cut sharply through the air: "I hate violence. But if your pussy doesn't get wet from my fingering, I'll end it right here." When he tightly pinched my nipples, my body jolted as if struck by electricity. As he repeatedly twisted and released them, I tried to suppress the pleasure, but my body moved on its own, and moans slipped out. Under his relentless, maddening touch, my panties grew steadily soaked...