He started belting me on my abs, chest , and occasionally he would land one high across my neck.begin d**gged at least help me bear the pain, as i was...abused.his dick this whole time was as hard as a rock. he dragged me to the bed, placed me on my back hung my head from the edge of the bed, and proceeded to fuck my throat.. i would try to push him back off of me, but i was d**gged and he swatted my hands away easily. this continue for a few minutes, and i was panicking big time, this man could. On one hand, he was delighted that a petty criminal had finally been caught before he could do some real damage or kill somebody, but, on the other hand, he thought the loss of an arm was too high a price to pay for the misdeed. Of course, he could talk like that because he had not been facing that gun held in a very nervous hand. Oh, well, there was not enough on the tape to identify me, so I didn't worry about it. Mrs. Jones thought that I had done the right thing, and that was good enough. I knew there was a box with five thousand of the metal buttons somewhere along with a tool to put them where they needed to be. Cutting a hole for them to fit through wasn't such a problem and I told them about stitching around the hole to keep it from tearing itself open further than it should.Rose and I had taken the time to argue out the button or zipper question before I left and of course it had been a short discussion and I lost."Who's going to take the jeans back to Wal-Mart if the. Stuff..One day my boss Mrs Collins called me into her office. She said my work was crap and that things better change in the next couple of weeks. I broke down and told her everything. About feeling bad and about spending all the money. She let me talk and after a while she said get your coat and come with me. We left the office and went to a local wine bar. There we drank and talked and after a couple of bottles she took me in a taxi back to her house. Her husband was home and Mrs Collins.