"I guess you don't have much choice though, darling?" I suppose," she muttered, unhappy with his response and turning away from him and trying to go t... sleep.Martin spooned up behind her with his hand over her, holding her belly, very aware of the baby inside. But he couldn't sleep, and lay awake thinking over what she had been saying. If he was honest, he had to admit he had enjoyed fucking her in the ass precisely because it was so impersonal and basic and animal. He tried to rationalise what. Wordless! Expressionless! Just stared and eyed Amy up and down for a good 30 seconds.Mary gulped visibly, but plunged ahead.“Oh good you have your name tag on I see. Now listen and get it straight, you do not ever hide yourself from my eyes. Why are your hands where they are?”Amy put her hands on her hips instead, Sorry Mistress, what’s expected of me?” Amy asked.“Look you slut you know why I took charge of you earlier, because you were showing everything to everyone, and now you stand before. The message was brief ‘could you pick me up at the station – Sally’. He texted his reply; ‘what station and when, we do have a few stations around’. There were a few minutes before the reply apologized for not giving the name of the station or the time. ‘You silly cunt, yes I’ll be waiting for you’ he texted back.She had done some shopping and he understood why she wanted a lift, firstly there were no buses servicing this station that could have been because of maintenance being done to the. " I said. She opened her mouth but didn't say anything for a moment, struggling with her decision."That would be great but I can't go to your room; it wouldn't be right. Can't we just stay here? I'll let you touch my boobs," she said hopefully. I gave her a stern stare."Look, I've got a big day tomorrow. I can't afford to waste my time. Why don't I just call the cops now, then we can call your insurance company. There's a 24-hour number on your card," I said coldly. The moment of truth had.