Gina was taken to a room and told to strip off; she started to protest but a clenched fist under the rib cage knocked the protest from her. Then as sh... struggled to regain her breath; her pimp took hold of her blouse and ripped it straight down the front; the sound of ripping material sounded so loud in her ears and she felt her pimps eyes devouring her ample tit flesh. Then she struggled as the torn blouse was dragged down her arms; no sooner did her blouse hit the floor than her bra was. You bet when I find out who did it I'm going to have their ass!"He was partly correct. My service record, the one he would have access to, was complete, official and pure fantasy. If he'd had access to my real record he'd still been reading it even after a day or two. With everything digitalized I'd never seen it but I'm guessing if it were all printed out it'd probably stack up to be over a meter thick. I'd been a busy boy."Oh, I think that sounds like a wise use of your time," I said with a. "That would be nice," she said softly. "But I don't own a swim suit. Back home we always swam in cutoffs, or..." She didn't finish."Ahhh," said Roger, smiling. "I remember skinny dipping with a great deal of happiness myself." He frowned much more fiercely than his voice supported. "I suspect they'd frown on that here at this fancy resort."Jane was blushing beet red. "Oh I could NEVER do that... not any more." Pity," said Roger, bowing again. "I rather suspect I'd have enjoyed remembering that. ” My voice takes an accusing tone. “And I want to see some flesh, RIGHT NOW, so make it snappy, bitch.” I see your hands grip your trousers. “That’s it, darling, right up there, GET A MOVE ON.” The soft material is stretching tighter around your mound and I can see the outline of your beautiful sex appearing, but you seem to be taking your time. “Don’t think I’ve forgiven you, Becky,” I say through clenched teeth. “I wanted you here this morning but obviously my girlfriend had other things,.