" Pete was a bit surprised, but he thought he at once understood the meaning."Bitch! Remove your dress and assume the position upon the floor!" He bar...ed, and 'Bitch' hastened to obey. If she had any modesty about appearing more than half naked in front of complete strangers, she didn't betray it. Dressed now only in her heels, hose and a garter belt she knelt on the carpeted floor with her knees spread quite widely open and her back arched up to best display her breasts. Her eyes still didn't. Drop whatever you're doing, and bring me some of that Spanish Fly--that's right, what you've got for the cows--and bring it in here to me at the bank. Not my office, I'm downstairs in Quigg's office. And Tully--you hustle, you hear?"A dazed, comprehending expression crept over Lee Quigg's weak face as he listened to the conversation and absorbed its implications. "John, what are you thinking of? You aren't going to use that stuff--you aren't going to give Spanish Fly to that girl in there?. "Wait." What for?" Just wait here. I'll be right back."Getting out of the car, Melissa walked over to two people chatting and smoking cigarettes, one inside low metal fencing, the other outside, standing beside a dark green camper van. The man by the van stood six feet tall, thickly muscled, ruggedly handsome with a face that showed some abuse as a boxer but the nose still had some bridge to it. The woman behind the fence seemed half his size, with impossibly buoyant and large round breasts. .. She bucked her hips off of the towel, trying to push him away, but he pressed back against her. She could feel something... something not right... pushing against her buttocks. It was a firmness, a hard... Oh God... A tingle coursed through her groin as Justin humped rapidly against her. But this wasn't right! "STOP IT JUSTIN!" she yelled, and with supreme force of will, she bucked her rear end into the air, and Justin fell away to her side. Mother and son's eyes met briefly, and then he.