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. Her only previous workexperience was at a fast food restaurant where she had worked for thepast three years. Fortunately she could live at home and use all herincome to pay for business school. Rhonda was hoping to get a goodenough job that she could afford to move out of her mother's trailerhome and into a place of her own.In a few minutes the door opened. The woman in the jeans walked straightto the exit without saying anything to the tall woman. She looked atRhonda and said, "Good luck.. Her ass makes me mad when she walks ,it swings like a pendulum .I used to masturbate thinking of her and i usually get good satisfaction..I always thought ï should get a chance to fuck her”.One fine day i went to ravi’s house to get my assignment (my friend) but i was locked ..I called him when has he gone.He said something is wrong with his grandma and his family went there.I asked for my assignment.He said keys are in meghna’s house . I went to her house to take the keys.I knocked the door. He had her place her hands behind her knees and told her to hold on tight.He retrieved the belt from the bedside table and prepared it by doubling it, then wrapping it around his fist once. He tapped it against Lana's bottom, testing the distance. Lana flinched at the contact, and steeled herself for the inevitable to follow. Pete reared back and let loose with a solid stroke with the belt directly down the center of Lana's bottom. No sooner had the belt fell away after the impact that Lana's.