He grabbed my throat again and dug in his pocket. The pulled out a pocket knife. Then rubbed the knife up my thigh. After a few cuts up to my shorts h... soon got angry and pulled my shorts off. Exposing my pink lace thong. Then ran the knife around my panties. I didn't refuse his violence. He then stuck his hand up my shirt and squeezed my breasts hard one by one. Then pulled my shirt off. He moved his cutting to my boobs leaving new lines of blood. Then back down to my panties. With one swift. “You’ve got it, girl. Another five minutes and the job is yours.” Jean finished her task with all the energy she could manage, and when Clyde lowered the bench her jaw was aching. He told her to sit up. He was a good-looking man in early middle age and his large prick was now standing ramrod hard from his lap. Jean felt that she was soaking wet on the leather bench and she knew she was going to leave a stain. Without another thought she said, “Please, Sir, may I suck you off?” He took her hair. Digger filled the void himself. ‘There, I knew that would set both of you fillies at ease. It’s already purdy obvious that feller, Price, is likely the killer.’ ‘Oh, puh-leeze!’ Hawk said, finally catching her voice. ‘I cannot believe I am hearing this! I’m going to call my Captain and get this fixed, Lisa.’ She stalked off without a word more to Digger, but I could hardly blame her. It’s not every day you meet someone that pushes so many buttons all at once. She was on her cell phone before. My revenge against Marie needed to be the same as my revenge against Tom. I needed to do it and be able to smile at her knowing that I had done it and that she didn't know. After all, isn't that what she was doing to me?Her mother was out. While Mrs. DeLuca had been a raving beauty in her younger days she had become your typical Italian-American grandmother, stout, bosomy and gray hair up in an unbecoming bun. That left only two possibilities — her sister Veronica and her sister Rosario..