When he had my legs parted around his waist, my ass barely on the sturdy desk, I propped myself up on my elbows just in time to catch a ruthless kiss....“You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?” he murmured against my lips. I shook my head in the negative, giving him a little Eskimo kiss in the process. He laughed, then softly sunk his teeth into my lower lip and said, "They get punished." He grabbed my thighs and slid my body around so that he was able to sit in the big leather chair. I watched for a few weeks to get to know her and figure out when to capture her. I picked a Thursday night at 6 am as she was going to her car to go to work. I strategically placed my van with the sliding door into the spot next to her car and waited. Right on time, as she was pulling her keys out of her purse, I grabbed her from behind and forced ether-soaked rag over her nose and mouth. She was out in seconds. I looked around and it was still quiet. Ah my first women. I took her purse and. As he debates, his gaze begins appraising more than just my face. I immediately blush.I'm not a highly social person, awkward receiving attention of nearly every variety. I don’t know how old Hansen is, let alone his first name, but he’s attractive and his scrutiny makes me nervous.I clear my throat. “I’ll just… go check on her. Give us a little bit.”Slipping away without sprinting is a task. I've never been very good around men, aware of my conventionally attractive attributes -- physicalities. But like I said, they probably envied little piggy and how all these "straight" guys do it. (Notice the quotation marks with straight, I'm sure you know what that means" :-)) I swear it is almost laughable when little piggy is riding a BBC and he's playing with "her clit" slapping on his stomach telling "her" how good "her pussy" feels and how sexy it looks watching his black cock against "her" whitish tan skin and how good it looks going in and out. Or how he encourages his "baby girl" to.