As the minutes went by, the tingling seemed to build, ratherthan diminish. Partly out of boredom, partly to get my mind off of thetingling, I did the ...nforgivable - I opened Julie's purse and began torummage through it.I know, I know, a woman's purse is sacrosanct - her own personal, privatespace from which all men are excluded. But I couldn't help myself - no,really, I couldn't - it was almost like my body had a mind of its own,and I was merely an observer.There wasn't much of interest to. He dreaded that room, and was more terrified than he had ever been in his entire life. “Inside is Viper. I am going to show you what happens to those who don’t submit. Go on.” Jack unlocked the door with a key around his neck and opened the door, pushing Winter inside. Winter stared, horrified. The girl was caked in dry cum, blood, and her own filth. She had bruises of purple, yellow, brown, black, red, and colors he didn’t even think were possible. He nipples were turning purple from tight. . . I shoved my hands up your shirt, and wrenched your bra up off your tits, and grabbed them roughly, squeezing them hard. I spun you around to face the mirrored wall of the elevator, and glanced up at the lights of the floors going by as we headed to the top floor . . . we only had seconds left before the doors would open again, and someone might get on . . . I grabbed the front of your jeans, and practically ripped off the button getting it undone, and only half unzipped you before I was. “No,” Cindy countered, “Let’s go somewhere else.” “Where?” I asked. “What about your place?” Cindy replied. “But you don’t date guys from work,” I replied. Cindy smiled. “There is always the exception to the rule,” Cindy replied. Damn. We jumped into my truck. I wanted to rape her right then and there, but decided to play it cool. Garth Brooks spilled from the radio and I quickly turned it off. “No, no, no,” Cindy replied, “I like Garth.” I switched the radio back on. Cindy smiled as she laid.