"Sorry," she said. "But - why did you make yourself sexless?" Sure as hell not on purpose," I growled. "I just imagined my body withclothes on -"And i... hit me. When I had imagined Arnold Schwarzenegger, I hadn't givenhim anything down there, because it wasn't generally something one thinksabout when one imagines someone. Or at least not something I think aboutwhen I imagine someone. I guess I probably suppress thinking about thatpart of people. I had corrected it, then, because I was making. He sneered as he shoved hard against her trembling cunt. Her agonizing scream pierced the air as Bobs lust overtook. He generally was much more gentle with his first time partners, now he couldnt control himself. The hot little Mexican beauty beneath him drove him into a frenzy. Pulling his cock about halfway out he slammed back into her. Her pussy opened and took him all. Her screams of pain pierced his ears, tears filled her eyes as she thrashed helplessly beneath her assailant. Bob viciously. From the ash tray built into the table, he deduced that at least fifty cigarettes had been consumed in this room that day alone. The room itself had gray walls, that looked as if they might have once been white, and a single door in the far right corner. After a few attempts to stand, all of which had been thwarted by extreme dizzy spells, the door opened and two men walked in. One of them was a fat pompous looking man with a pudgy pig-like face and a finely polished badge. The other was. ”I put the laptop on mute and pressed play on Tiffany's video. “Good food can have that effect.” I hit the speaker button on the phone to free my hands.My finger went back to caressing my full breasts, my areolas swollen, nips puffy.“So can you, Honey.”On the bed, I pointed my vibrator at my creamy slit and slapped a pillow on top of my thighs to muffle the noise. “Me? What did I do?”“Stimulating conversation. A diversion from my job, which I love, but you know what they say about all work and.