" Despite my words I remained rooted to the spot. As I watched he put his non-knife welding hand was under the poor girls coat."She's got nice tits," ...e chuckled, "come and feel." Please," she whimpered in absolute terror, "let me go." Despite his invitation, I remained were I was, my heart thumping in my chest. He now totally ignored me and went back to terrorising his captive. Using his knife, he forced her to lie down on the cold unyielding concrete floor. I could see his hands working under. Her leg bounced up and down as she spoke. “You don’t have to, if you don’t feel comfortable,” I replied. “It’s part of the interview process,” Jim responded. “No one sees the photos but me and the producers.” “OK,” Jill acquiesced. She slipped forward on the couch and slipped her halter top off, her 38dd boobs spilling forth. She gently massaged them and pinched her nipples, as Jim took a few photos. I pulled Jill’s long brown hair back over her soft shoulders, as Jim snapped a few more shots.. I felt my orgasm building up with each movement of his tongue and fingers. He kept going with reckless abandon until suddenly I pushed his fingers out from me and squirted slightly into his hand, his head bobbed up with a grin. “Mmm that tasted good,” he said as he pulled himself up and onto me so I could taste myself on his lips and rub the excess away from his beard. “I think it’s time for a condom,” I stated feeling him pressed up against my thigh, even harder than before. I heard a rip; he. But what he did next made me quiver. Starting at the front of the dress, he began to rip it off me. This time, he seemed to have no method. Great clumps of the beautiful dress came away in his hands. Sometimes he tore away at it like a mad man. Sometimes he removed parts of the dress, trapped under the rope, with scissors with a deftness I’d never imagined possible. Before long, that dress, that beautiful dress, lay in shreds on the floor with me beside it. He had never tied my legs and when.