He snorted again. I walked around the front of my car and faced him, arching my back to push my chest toward him and show off my low cut top.“Please...put your hands on the hood, ma'am.” I turned to face my car, placing both my hands on top of it. “Spread your legs a bit for me.”“Why, whatever for?” I asked, already complying.“I’m gonna have to check you for a weapon. Standard procedure, you understand.”“Of course, officer, whatever you have to do,” I said, holding back laughter at my own breathy. ”He laughed. “Worth going to jail over...”“Why thank you!” Deena giggled. “Seriously. We have equipment for you to play with, we have some extra course material from outside. You can get over this one...”“Have a tamale,” Carlita said. “Life is better...”He eyed the green packet offered to him.“It’s a Guatemalan tamale. Banana leaf wrapper.”“Won’t poison you,” Brindy helped. “We don’t offer ‘em to just anybody...”I need to tell you that Dan Gleason is one HELL of a barbecue guy. He said. A Patrick Bateman, in his corporate accoutrement, he appeared as if out of nowhere. He greeted me politely, if not coolly. I couldn’t help but notice that his cherubim face jarred with the rest of his presence and demeanour. It was confusing. It only served to make him psychotic in my eyes, as if it were perfectly plausible, nay natural, to expect a moment of kindness immediately followed by a moment of utmost cruelty, exquisite yet frightening cruelty, from that figure that loomed over me.. It hurts to be intruded in there… I’ve never let a guy down there, it was always too scary. I cry out, moaning loudly in pain.Whatever it is, it has claws, and they rip into my sensitive flesh, causing the device to anchor itself inside my ass. Then it starts to expand, pulling my hole open, and causing pain to rip through my body. I cry out again; and he laughs! His malicious laugh causes shivers to go down my spine. It’s spread open so wide I can feel cold air enter my hole. It stops.