"Alissa gasped again, but didn't say anything."Will we try that or can I start thinking about how I'll fuck you next? I'm pretty sure you are very sor... right now, so think well," I said and bent back a little with her in my arms, so she slid down my chest a bit and I could have a look of the side of her face, "Deal?"She looked at me, her face red from crying and fear all over it. I repeated, "Deal?" And she nodded."Beautiful," I said. "I won't touch you again, but you do as I tell you, and you. He noticed the beautiful cleavage formed by Amber's twin breasts hanging down provocatively from her chest. He loved how the cups of her white bra hadn't fallen off of her tits but still concealed the naked beauty of her body at that moment. And he could barely tell around the edge of the towel covering the remainder of her body that she didn't have any more clothes on.When Paul had gotten totally naked, he stood there in front of Amber, stroking the long thick shaft of his cock, and. I must have dealt with him at least a hundred times since then, but whoever he is, he's never mentioned it.By the time I got home, I was so tired I could have fallen asleep in the cruiser. Instead, I forced myself to climb out of the warm car, trudge up the unshoveled walk, and let myself into the house. The year had thirty minutes left. I was determined to be inside when it ended.The snow was coming down in earnest now, threatening to turn into another blizzard. There would be more accidents. As the car comes to a halt the lady bumps into me as she raced to get out. While I’m pissed over what I just learnt upstairs I didn’t notice the small business size card I found in my pocket as I got my car keys out. A standard white card with Payback Bitch typed in the center followed by (212-555-0008) and 113. I don’t know why but I just tuck the card into my smartphone case and get into my car and drive off.Driving home my mind returns to the strange lady and her mysterious card. As I pull.