Look, Tom, that officer there is pretty nervous. You're pretty worked-up, too. And Tammy here... Hi Tammy! Well, Tammy here is about to pee in her pan...s she's so scared. I think it would be a lot easier on everyone if you would let me stand in for Tammy for a bit, you know? How about it?"Tom looked at Tammy. She didn't have to try very hard to look pitiful. She forced the weakest smile I've ever seen onto her face to try and appeal to the man with the knife at her throat.Tom looked at me. I. She pulled down my pj's and started stroking my cock. “this is what you want right? I can make you feel good just no more, please no more” she sobbed. The power I felt then, the rush! pushed me into grabbing her head forcing her to her knees. Her red hair in my hands I roughly forced my cock down her throat. Her hands went to my thighs trying to push me off but I was too strong. My only job of working as a mover gave me too much strength for her to hope to push me off. My cock went in and out. I had grown to love her dearly, but I didn't have a desire to make love to her. Odd as it might sound, it was a love that transcended sex. It was above that. There was nothing wrong with sexual love; it was wonderful. But there were times and certain people that sexual desire detracted from the love you felt for them. I assumed Sammi felt the same. She showed me how right I was (for once!).She calmed herself after awhile, and then turned around slowly to face me. She put her hands on either. It was warm, even hot in Chicago, so RuthAnn had eschewed a jacket. As she got on the bus, she noticed an older man looking at her. All the seats were taken so she had to grab a pole and stand while she took the advertised twenty-minute trip to her seminar. As the bus pull away, RuthAnn noticed that the older guy was still looking at her. Puzzled she looked away. Although she wasn't a girl anymore, the years had been good to her. She was still slim and her legs were toned. Her middle had.