I guessed that must have been Tom's former employer.Tom jerked his head around to look at me. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out how I knew h...s name. At least I had his attention. I decided that that was a good thing. If he was paying all his attention to me, there might not be any left for the hostage.I eased up close to Tom until my shoulder was against his ribs. He continued to look at me like I was crazy. I reached up with my left hand and tapped the name on his shirt. At the same. She had nice lovely pigtails, a very sexy tied tight white top, in which her gorgeous boobs were poking through, a very sexy stomach, a very short plaid skirt, knee highs, and rebel goth boots. She walked sexy to me and she said, "I have been a very naughty and bad girl because I forgot to wear panties." And then she lifted up her skirt and showed me that she wasn't wearing any panties. She then bent over my lap and said, "What? Aren't you gonna spank me like the bad girl I am?" So, I lifted up. . please,” she whimpered, bewildered by his uncharacteristic brutality, unable to bear the agonizing stretching of an orifice that was a very long way from recovery.He ignored her, grinding into her tight hole until his thick crown was buried in her colon, and then he slowly, steadily sodomized her. Despite the tears flowing down her cheeks she took a chattering breath and willed herself to submit, laying her head on the hard stone and spreading her legs wider, hoping to ease the trauma of his. Then slowly slip my hands under your blouse. I feel you shiver slightly as I touch your naked skin. Softly I drag my hands together to the middle of your back. Then down...to that zipper. That zipper that torments me so. Always begging to be unzipped. As I pull it down, you tremble and I realize that your mind must be screaming, “What is he doing?! What am I doing?! This can’t be happening!” Hell, I know mine is! The zipper down, I slip my hands around your waist. Gently urging your pants down..