“Jenny, you look delightful and smell delicious. I will enjoy having you as my dinner guest tonight.” Jenny smiled and said, “Thank you, Jim. ...ince I am asking a lot, I wanted to look my best for you. I also borrowed my friends Obsession perfume since you invited me here for a dinner date.” I led her to the dining room table and pulled out her chair as she sat down. I poured us each a glass of wine before excusing myself to bring our steaks in from the grill. I also served a tossed salad. “Don’t put me on that thing.” “Shut up, bitch.” Karzec muscled her over to the stool and then lay the flat of his knife across her clitoris. “You don’t want to piss me off, slut. Now don’t struggle or I’ll cut you.” Amy whimpered as the tall, muscle-ripped officer with the goatee untied her hands and then retied them above her head using a rope dangling from the ceiling. Then he took a riding crop, smacking it hard across her sex. Amy cried out.“Get on it, bitch. Sit your pussy down on that. I thought I saw his blue eyes sparkle with amusement as he gave me one last smile before turning to leave. He was probably laughing at me, I reasoned. I was so keyed up I probably misheard him, and he must think I’m an idiot, avoiding eye contact and stumbling over my words. Guys don’t flirt with me. Especially when I’m wearing loose scrubs and a sloppy ponytail. Even when I’m all done up and dressed nice, out with friends, they’re the ones who get the attention. Not me, the tall brunette with. He was wearingextremely baggy jeans with a soggy-looking shirt. He had a face that, nomatter what expression, said, "Come on, let's get behind the dumpster."I focused as hard as I could, and squinted until my eyes were nearly shut.The word "cook-top" was screaming in my head while my brain felt likecrashing. Finally, the two of them switched. The microphone buzzed, and thelights turned on for just a second, as the two souls jumped out and in.They were dazed for a couple of minutes, but then it.