She stills instantly."Either stop now, or I'll slit your throat and fuck you as you bleed out. Understand?" Please stop. I-I've never had one there be...ore, please, I'll do anything else, blow you, fuck you, ride you anything but that." But that's exactly the point. I want to claim your ass as mine. I've already had your mouth and cunt, as I'm sure many other frat boys have as well. This is mine." Stop..." I cut her off by pressing harder on her throat, causing a small stream of blood to start. I have to admit my legs are one of my best features. They glistened like diamonds in the sunlight. The skin was so smooth from shaving and they felt as soft as silk. I saw his eyes widen, as his mouth seemed to drop to the floor. Saliva trickled down from his jaw and almost out onto his chin. He had to lick his lips several times to avoid drooling onto the floor as his eyes wandering up and down my legs. At first I didn’t realize what he was looking at. It wasn’t until I saw him go back down to. "What? Like, like this?!" Heindicated the dress he was wearing. Tom shrugged as he leaned back. "Sure. You look better than Caroldid, that's fer sure. That bitch..." He sighed. "You got nice legs.Carol had these fat stumpy cellulite things." Tom was amazed he hadn'tnoticed Carol's flaws before now. "You want me to go to a concert dressed like this?" Paul confirmed. "Are you deaf or something? Why the hell not? I mean, do you haveany place to go tonight? Do you?" Paul. Every least thing helps. Anything can be the one fact that unravels the entire tapestry."He finished his tea and looked at his watch. "It's a little before one. A friend of mine manages a bookstore, and he has a backroom where his employees take their breaks. We have it for an hour, at two. We'll meet with James Ware, the insurance company's head investigator. He'll go over things with us. At four, you have an interview with Harold Pinter, the head of data processing at the bond firm."I had.