What the hell is going on?? The man next to her pulled a flick knife from his coat pocket, flicked open the blade and held it to her throat, grabbing ...er hair. ?Shut up, bitch. You’re coming with us. You’ve been chosen?.?Pass me the handcuffs? said gutman and the driver passed over a pair. ?Bend over. Hands behind your back?. Her head was forced down and he roughly secured her hands behind her back with the cuffs. He threw her back against the backrest and reached over and secured her seatbelt. A gentle stroke and a mischievous squeeze of your erection tells me you want to fuck. I kiss your neck and unbutton your jeans. Next, I slide the zipper down, my fingertips brushing your cock. A deep sultry moan escapes your lips as I tug on your jeans. Your bare ass in my face, and I bite your ass cheek as I get your jeans down to your ankles for you to step out of them. You are naked now; you are my fuck toy.My hands on your bare thighs, I kneel in front of and touch your cock to my ruby red. Sims, glad you could make it." Miss Sharp? You always call me Tami." That was when you were my student. Apparently now you're a full-time journalist. I need to treat you with respect." You're mad at me," she said in dismay."Not mad, disappointed. I expected better of you." I..." Tami started."Parker..." I tried to say."No!"We both shut up."This is where I get to talk. As an educator, I'm proud of you. You have become a journalist. The article you wrote Friday is excellent. You did your research. This fifteen year old girl had seen and been through more in her short life than most of the people face in sixty years. Before the last two months she had hardly gotten any real education. Sometimes her behavior was the one of teenage girl, and sometimes I could only admire her maturity.The report she gave me was of first class. She had identified the main aggressor as Rodrigo's nephew. He had come with one of his men, and requested money in return for protection. That had not been enough and.