I could tell because light was coming in through the window, and even though the window wasn't in my bedroom, it was enough light for me to see that I...was in my house.Still dressed as I had been when I tried the "Glock shot to the head" trick, I was lying on my own bed. No doubt whoever had fucked with me had given up. I got off the bed, walked to the front door and opened it.It was my house but I still wasn't exactly home. There was a giant pine not forty feet from my front door and it had. “Do as I say and I just might go a little easier on you.”Submitting to the inevitable, Jerry got up, crying and wincing in pain from his beating, and began removing his clothes.“That’s right,” murmured Polinski with an evil sneer on his face, massaging his crotch again. A moment later, Jerry stood buck-naked in front of him. The warden scoffed at his pale-skinned, scrawny form; Jerry was a toothpick compared to him.“Now, on your hands and knees and crawl to me,” said Polinski. Jerry’s eyes. I had thought about it and had a few ideas, I wanted to discuss with you about it. Devilin let me go and pulled me down onto the couch in the corner of the room. The room was furnished with a black leather couch in one corner, a king-size bed in the other and a huge desk on one wall. So what did you have in mind? I was thinking that we cant fire her for a couple of reasons. 1) She is our best escort and 2) if we do, it could bring unneeded attention to the operation. So how about we make a. She could see the pulsing and the movement, even without his touch, and she could see his glassy eyes and hear his heavy breathing from where she stood. She could hear his moans and groans too. This pleased her and caused her own flood of desire to increase even more, if possible. She set the glasses on a nearby decorative table, for a moment, because she wanted to prolong this "dance", this slow deliberate progression and tease. She brought her head slightly down, and looked at him though the.