‘Bobby, I…I’m…I’m fine,’ Amber replied. She tried to sound firm. ‘Please, just do as I ask.’ ‘Sure, Mrs. Fargo,’ he said. ‘I’l... stay right here, in the kitchen.’ He pulled out a chair and sat down at the kitchen table to wait Amber started down the hallway, toward the bathroom, but she was nervous and kept looking over her shoulder to check if Bobby had listened to her. As passed the hallway door she was looking back and didn’t see the umbrella stand that stood just next to the door. She bumped. " I moan into the bed."That's it, baby girl, take that cock," he growls. "Yesssss....such a good little slut!"Again, his hand slaps against my ass, somehow falling in the exact same spot as before. My body thrusts back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Sweat drips from his chiseled body onto mine. He is nearing his edge once more, and still, he refuses me my sweet reward.He pulls himself from me, shaking, forcing his orgasm back down into submission. He pulls me to his face and kisses. ” She looked at Billy who had stopped crying but seemed capable of restarting at any time. “Billy looks as if he couldn’t harm a fly.” She turned to him. “What horrible deeds have you committed against women that would warrant such a punishment?”“I’m sure we’d be here all night if we had to listen to all of Billy’s misdeeds towards women,” I declared. In my own way I was urging Billy to lie like hell. The young man started trembling and turning red in the face so I was sure he had a. Joyce pushed her face close to the window to try and get a glimpse at what it was. The object was small and cylindrical with a tab on its top that reminded her of the pin of a grenade. Oh gods, was he going to blow up the phone booth with her inside it?!“PLEASE please please, don’t do this! I didn’t do nothing to ‘ya, please don’t pull the pin.”The figure, silent as always, leaned down and unceremoniously pulled the pin. Joyce backed into the far corner of the booth and into a fetal position..