I heard her come through the door and then swear when she saw her car. I stuck the gun in her ear and said in a muffled voice, don’t turn around, b...tch. Just go into the house. When she made to struggle, I cocked the gun and ground it into her ear some more. She did as I told her, and inside, I made her bend over the dining room table and cuffed her hands behind her. I then took out my pocket knife and cut through the panty part of her outfit as she protested and kicked. I stuck a couple. Lounging by the ornamental shrubbery, he'd spied the odd couple making out. He'd seen one of the girls from his class by the garden shed and was positive he'd seen some guy with his hand up her dress.The truth is, he fancied her like mad. She was called Freddie and he wished it was his hand exploring. It gave him some weird thrill to watch her. Like in his fantasies he transferred himself into the picture.He'd never felt a real one before. He'd imagined it would be warm and sticky. Perhaps like. As I start to plough into her from behind, the sensation of my hips and groin grinding against her gorgeous soft and wobbly, bum cheeks as I work up a frantic rhythm is devine.Ordinarily I’d be looking to grab a hold of some hair as I begin to thrust deep inside her, but that’s not an option here. Instead I sink my weight down on top of her, so that my sweaty chest is lying on her back and my head nuzzles into the side of her face.She turns to look at me and I kiss her again, this time brief. Its weight, like magic, seemingly having worn off."You're Majesty. I... I didn't recognise you be -- I mean…. When, I'm--"The sight of his knee before me, his hand collecting the fallen flower from the floor, brings me to look at him again. A crooked smile curves the lips that are visible, his eyes appear to crinkle slightly behind his mask. I don't know if he is laughing at me as he leans in closer, snapping the stem of the rose between powerful fingers."Miss Carr, there is no use in becoming.