The object was small and cylindrical with a tab on its top that reminded her of the pin of a grenade. Oh gods, was he going to blow up the phone booth...with her inside it?!“PLEASE please please, don’t do this! I didn’t do nothing to ‘ya, please don’t pull the pin.”The figure, silent as always, leaned down and unceremoniously pulled the pin. Joyce backed into the far corner of the booth and into a fetal position. The figure stepped backwards and back into the rainy darkness outside. Joyce. Not that I could really do anything. My arms were stretched out like I was being crucified, only I had a girl under each one.The girl onscreen was with her other boyfriend now. Apparently, she was trying to decide between the two but didn’t want to give either of them up. There was a make-out scene on the sofa and Linda upped the ante by pulling my arm under hers and pressing my hand against her ironclad breast. Only it wasn’t quite ironclad. It was packed into a sturdy bra, but for the first. I reached down and let my finger slip between the sooth lips of her sex. Damn, she was getting wet. I let my finger tips trace the length of her slit a couple of times before I pushed one into the steamy canal. My God her twat was tight as hell as I sunk my finger as deep as it would go into her cunt. I pumped it in and out a couple of times more than was needed to check for contraband. "Nope, nothing here", I assured her. I pulled my slimy finger from her twat and placed it at the entrance to. It was about two in the morning, so good old Randall must have gone out for some drinks after he was fired.Smirking thought with some glee, good old Mr. Anonymous probably wanted to drown his sorrows after his firing He'd really be pissed to know that I spent a couple of hours in his apartment sharing some wine with his wife and fucking her... Smirking had been sitting on the steps of the apartment building when Susan arrived with her bag of groceries. She was several hours late and certainly.