.. err, I... She stammered as the Asian man neared her.The Mask dropped his bag and gripped her slender wrist. On your feet you sexy little tart, he g...owled. His other hand rubbed across her t-shirt chest squeezing through the material. Stacey grunted and then half yelped as his hand shot under her short skirt to goose her ass. She made a pathetic attempt at a struggle looking back at the Boss; her eyes disbelieving; almost in confusing as the mask examined her like a piece of meat. First her. " He grinned. The nerve of this guy. The amoral inhumanegumption."You're under arrest," Fury said pointedly."Actually I'm not. I have credentials. And I have rights. Oh, and I'moutside your jurisdiction," Octavious countered.Pete was taken aback and started to ask, "How did you-" -make me?" I interrupted. No. I finished for him. Finished histhought. This was something we both wanted to know. This was a questionI needed to ask. Even though I knew I'd hate the answer.Otto seemed to primp and. The sensations ran through my body, my small nipples hardening in delight, the fabric of my tight t-shirt clinging to them, though they remained hidden by my sweater to the public. I simply enjoyed myself for nearly five minutes before the inevitable happened: A man sat down across the table from me, all smiles and niceness. I couldn't help but be polite as he spoke, a smile on my face as a flush slowly grew across my cheeks during the conversation. My eyes began to roam across his body, his. (Let me get on with this and tell you what happened, it was fantastic...) Once inside my apartment I guide Ron to my bedroom and embraced him tightly, Ron responded saying softly '...before we go any farther lets get that other matter out the way. I stepped back and counted out seven twenty dollar bills and laid them on the bed. Ron smiled and begin to undress, he removed his shirt first than sat on the bed and removed his tennis and stood to remove his jeans. As he sk** them off he gathered.