"Right, thanks," I said, "For nowt!" and I stormed off out, fucking BNP for christs sake, load of morons, spiky haired thugs, I knew they met in the F...ying Pig on Rosamund street so I went straight round."You right Johnno?" someone asked, it were Norman Biggins from the Butchers, dressed all in black like a pregnant SS officer he was, see we played footie for the school under 13 team before he got too breathless from the fags."Yeah, you?" I asked."All right, what you drinking," he. That second was spent admiring Abby's amazing body. She had one arm braced against the railing and the other was rubbing her cleft, spreading her juices over her lips."You know how I want it right now," Abby said looking back at me."Yeah, but say it anyway." I want you to fuck me hard. Shove that amazing cock in my wet cunt right here ... right now." That's my girl." I said moving into place. When the head of my cock grazed over her warm wet flesh she jumped like she had been touched by a live. " I don't need to stay here and listen to this." He walked over to the Squad Room door. The knob refused to turn, even when he tried forcing it. "Hey, what the hell's the matter with this door?" Nothing," the woman said. "I just don't want to be interrupted for a while." This is crazy. You're crazy." Jim tried to let go of the doorknob. He couldn't. It was as if his hands had melded into the door. "What the hell?" He can't hurt you now, Rob." She walked over to the young man. "Nor will he be. I took hold of the leather, unfastened it. His jeans were next, one button, then the zipper. He gave a twist of his shoulders, a brush of his hand, and his clothes fell to the ground leaving him standing there in a pair of white briefs. I took hold of the front of them, pulled out so I could look down inside. His plump, limp dick sat amongst a nest of hair atop two big balls. He took hold of his underwear, I let go letting them slap back against his six-pack abs, and then he stripped off that.