No doubt from working hard at the school and probably at home. He jerked me to my feet kind of roughly. I guess until then I didn't realize how much b...gger than me he was. Actually, it kind of scared me a little."I told him I had to leave and he walked close behind me as I made my way to the door. I could feel his eyes on my pear-shaped ass as I moved ahead of him. I was still having what I thought was harmless fun and thought, what the heck, one more little game before leaving. I stopped. Then, he untied the rope that tied its ankles together, leaving it still dangling by its ankles by the ankle cuffs. Then he untied the rope from around its head."You fucking bastard! Who the fuck do you think you are?" it screamed at him.He kicked it in the head again, saying, "Shut up, slut! You make another sound and I'll kick you in the head so hard your skull will crack!"He then grabbed its tank top and yanked, ripping it off. Then he ripped its bra off, letting its boobs hang upside-down. One of his hands cupped her breast and she let it explore the outside of her, tingling at his touch and then he was pushing the material higher, revealing her firm uplifted breasts with her nipples straining to reach him. There was a searing flash between her legs as he rubbed his thumb over her and his other hand lifted the hem of her mini dress. She tried to pull his hand away as he let it slide up her thigh, over her silken inner skin but he took both of her hands and held them high above. Wide, round, green eyes and full lips. She looked a bit like one of Elvis’ old girlfriends in the early 70’s, around the time he really started to go to shit. She wore the outfit she’d been given to wear after the plane landed. A skin-tight blue satin mini-dress hugged her trim body like a second skin. She balanced herself on a pair of black basic pumps with five-inch stiletto heels. Gold hoops dangled from her ears. Sally shut the door behind her, and the woman stood before me, nervously.