‘This Keni, the slut I told you Harley is fucking these days, Keni this is Anita, one of the sluts Harley used to fuck before he got a taste of your...so called perfect pussy.’ Keni stopped short as she heard the nick name Harley had given her come from his mouth. ‘I don’t have to stand here and listen to this Waylon, and I’m not going to. If you weren’t such an ass…’ Before she could say anymore, he backhanded her, and she reached up to wipe her mouth as she tasted blood. ‘Don’t you ever lay a. ..My ankles wobbled a bit despite the fact that the heels were only three inches. The only shoes that would fit me, she'd said. I'd gotten upset when she'd started in on my face with the heavy makeup, but she'd given me a drink to calm me down and reminded me about the police. Since then, everything had been kind of dreamy. Just as well, though. If it hadn't been for the drink, there was no way I would ever have let her lead me out of the changeroom dresses as I now was. The tight corset; the. Jesus, did he ever! He wanted her so much he couldn't wait much longer. His balls ached viciously and his loins burned like a blast furnace. With a shudder and a groan he began to tear at his clothes too, wriggling out of his jacket, ripping off his shirt, and unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down.He stepped out of them as Lola's soft warm hand slithered beneath his jockey shorts to maneuver his thick rigid penis out into the open. Her fingers curled around the huge throbbing shaft. But, something was nagging at him, and he couldn't tell exactly what. He remembered Tara being lifted right off his cock and into the sky by whatever that thing had been that ate her for dinner. He also remembered that spastic quivering inside her love box when all those teeth had obviously skewered her; the quivering that had wrenched his orgasm right out of him.She was still out there, somewhere, he realized, and decided that Tara had awakened him, somehow, and wanted him to come out and find.