He pulls back and she whimpers in frustration. A hard slap on the ass, ‘Be a good girl.’ He sees her clench as she anticipates another slap. When ...t doesn’t come she relaxes. He slaps her again, surprising her, this time directly on her spread ass and pussy. He knows that if he keeps up the slaps she will come so he decides to test her resolve. Slap after slap, over her ass, contacting her ass, pussy, clit, legs and thighs. She is crying out, begging for more. He stops, again waiting for her. "Got me a backlog of Homos," he said, "You any good at sewing son?" No," I said."You do the cutting then," he says."What if I get it wrong?" I asked."Do I look like I care?" he asked, "You got a knife?"That's how I become an apprenticed plastic surgeon.First job I got was sorting silicon rubber tits, they come in pairs first off but Sam just had em all chucked in a sack, ok they all had sizes marked, like D DD and Big, but some was pointy and some rounded and well old Sam never gave a. "But do you think there's any possibility of getting him to tell where he buried any of his victims?" In time, I would hope so," Candy answered. "But god only knows how long that will take." The good news is he's where he can't ever hurt anyone again," Dana said a bit more cheerfully then she paused to blow her breath softly across the fingernails of her folded up right hand before rubbing them over her well endowed upper chest, "and the Captain of the LAPD task force, along with the Mayor of. She started to get up from the table, but her legs didn't provide the support she required and she staggered, teetered and would have fallen if Dutch hadn't caught her."Hey, are you all right?" He asked, truly concerned."Do you live nearby?" Rosa inquired."Yeah, maybe two miles. Oh, Dutch, I'm fine. Too much to drink I guess, but I'm perfectly capable of driving..." Well we can't let you drive. Why don't we take you home and you can pick up the car tomorrow?" Oh I couldn't impose on you.