“Lord Terrance, one of the secrets your former executives have provided is the name of your head of security. Sir, it seems like he plays for the ot...er side...” That came from the angry woman. She was tall, spare, angry, and seemed wrapped very tight as she blurted out the news.That got my attention. We had to change significant security personnel because of the shooting in Texarkana. How had our lawyers missed this? Chief Younger saw my confusion and spoke before I wrapped myself up in. Perspiration drips in to my eyes. I feel some thing big press against my butt, it moves along my perspiring nether region taunting me as something goes in my asshole. I clench my butt. "Relax. It won't hurt so much. Haha" The object stretches my asshole. I whimper. "Please ..."Oh poor baby." The object wiggles around as I relax. The probing continues I feel another object stretch me further still. "Two fingers and your begging to stop." The long fingers move roughly in my ass. I squirm in pain.. "Good. Where's Annabel?" George didn't respond, just looked at the angry London gangster."I dunno."Tony laughed and picked up a knife inspecting the blade in front of the terrified man. "Pigs know a lot 'bout what I do," he told him. "And night she fucked off, she went t'ya flat." Tony walked away and then snorted. "Heard ya been arrested and let go, no charges. I reckon ya did a deal."George gulped. "I dain't know..."Tony clicked his fingers and a shower of blows rained down on the immobile. The young blonde pushed her groping date away from her for the fifth time and climbed out of his car."Fuck you Billy Thomas," she said, slamming the door and making the boy cringe.The young man leaned out, calling her name but to no effect. Becky was striding up the deserted night-time road, the evening warm; the cloudless sky bristling with stars. She held her arms across her chest, a trait many busty teens do while still coming to terms with their bodies. She stumbled, wishing she hadn't worn.