He stroked the necklace and caught a couple of inches of my sensitive skin.He gazed at my lips when he whispered, “Now you’re mine.”My head was ...uzzy. I drank another glass of wine and let the rest of dinner fade into merely background noise. I lost track of his words, of me, of the waiters around us.He paid the bill and we walked out together in the brisk December night. The sky was clear and stars were white and pure, twinkling down judgmentally at me. My heel trapped itself in a crack and. I didn't expect much. This wasn't the type of neighborhood that helped the police. I started toward the elevator. I thought I'd get on the roof and figure out where this guy's trip to the ground began.As I got on the elevator, I noticed the sign that said, "Elevator Inspection Records are located in the Basement Superintendant's Office." I looked around the elevator and thought, "I'll bet they are forgeries."By the time I got to the top floor, I vowed to take the stairs down. Hell it was only. Had someone been watching me?. As I walked down the stairs to check the electric meter I was seething, but I never actually reached the meter. Instead, I sat down and pondered for a few minutes just what I knew for certain had happened, I have no idea why, but my anger changed to something which I found to be most agreeable. I slipped off my old gown and hung it over the banister; it amused me to see it slide all the way down to the hallway, What was I going to do about the person or. She was liking this all right. I slid the head into her again, then started pushing the rest of the tube up into her stretching slot mouth.She caught her breath and whispered, “Stop, it’s too stiff.”Maybe it was the wrong angle. After all, my cock was a little flexible.“Get up on your knees.” I helped her get into position, facing me. Reaching under with both hands, I stretched her slot and pushed the ridged tube up into her hole, until there was only enough left outside for me to grip.