“STOP!” shouted Billy. The whole bus looked for a second. Coach looked at the team. “First, he loses the game because he doesn’t focus, then h... lies about it and now he’s yelling at us! He has a big mouth like his mommy. Maybe it’s time you all taught him a lesson about messing with the Tigers.” “Pink-Belly!" said Anderson. “Yea” chimed in Cooper. The two boys grabbed Billy by the ankles and pulled him flat across the seat of the bus. Another leaned over from the seat behind and held Billy’s. She showed me in and we introduced ourselves. “Cassandra Pleshette,” she said. “Gary Hanson,” I responded, trying to make my staring at her body a little less obvious. She was wearing a short frilly pink dress that barely reached mid-thigh. A doll’s dress, it looked like. Then there were those fantastic legs of hers, long and sensual in black hose. “What do you do, Gary?” she asked. “I’m in advertising. An account. "He turned to look at me with his infamous snarl. If looks could killI would have been dead on the spot. I immediately regretted asking the question.In the almost six months I'd known him, he's slapped me once, choked me once, grabbed my arms so hard it left bruises and spanked me with a wire clothes hanger. Mostly he just uses threats and intimidation to keep me in line. Withholding my crack has proved to be the most effective form of punishment though. I wasn't sure what to expect."You were a. She moaned and pressed her back against his body. He was well muscled and well hung. She could feel his hard-on pressing against her. He lowered his head and kissed her neck. She moaned louder as his mouth drifted down to her nipples. Massaging one in his hand still, he captured the other between his lips and sucked softly. Shockwaves rippled through her and she arched her back to meet him. His hand slipped from her breast, past her flat tummy till it found her shaved pussy. He rubbed the mound.