I smile and shut the car door. I race inside and glance at the clock in my kitchen and it reads 6:43pm. Hes probably just finishing up with dinner at ...is house, and its just another hour before I can go to him. I quickly eat whatever crap my mother cooked me (a ridiculous excuse for Lasagna) and do my own homework. I glance at the clock again, it now reads 7:48pm. I get up quick, grab the car keys, and race out the door, ignoring my moms calls, asking me where Im going. I drive as fast as I can. Just a another Friday bar crawl, looking for another one night stand. Sheila was her name. A chocolate Amazon, six feet if she were an inch, with legs that went on forever. The first woman I'd ever had to look up to, nearly half a foot taller than me. Drinks, a few words, and then my place.She helped me out of my clothes, and I hers. Foreplay, unwrapping a gift, revealing the beauty not yet shown, the anticipation had me stirring. At least until her skirt slid to her ankles, and my eyes fell. As the man grabbed her thumb, twisted, pulled and then hit it with a heavy metal hammer. The sound of bones breaking could clearly be hard in the cell, and had made Mary pass out.Manuel was not worried. There was no time limit on his interrogations. And her sentence would not start until he had the information he wanted.She was again, strung up by her wrists. Her whole body was covered in bruises, but still she had not given the information that he wanted. He knew, more drastic methods would be. ‘More, baby,’ she whimpered as he ground his jean covered cock into the lacy red silk that covered her mound. ‘I want more.’ He lifted her, her long slender legs wrapping around his waist. Reaching between them, he yanked on the tiny thong that barely protected her wet cunt, hearing her gasp as it dug into her flesh before the delicate material ripped, leaving her bare. And then his hand was at his own pants, tearing at the button and zipper, feeling her hands as they helped him push his jeans.