I can’t remember exactly what I said. I couldn’t think clearly. Aftershock. I knew I was looking forward to some bad days. I knew that already bef...re leaving home. That is the price I am accustomed to paying for doing an errand in town. That’s the main reason I spend a fortune on cabs getting in there and home. The 400 crowns spent on cab fares spares me a day or two in hell. (Well, that’s the math I’ve come to by comparing downtime following errands where I go by bus, to errands where I go by. She was reticent at first but as I held her hand she started.She told me that television was a fickle business, one that based a person's value on the latest marketing data. It didn't matter that you had dominated your time slot for years; two consecutive quarters with slipping numbers put management into a tizzy. Her show had suffered such a decline and rumors were flying that changes were imminent if the numbers slid again. The most persistent rumor had the station manager contemplating. The car park was virtually empty only three or four cars were left and as we approached our car doors, Bill pushed me gently against the side of the car and began to really feel me up.His hands darted to my skirt at the front and I just blatantly spread my legs allowing his hand to ease up and slip my soaking fucking knickers to one side. He hand two fingers up me like a shot as I moaned and groaned."Oh fuck yes go on fucking it Bill I'm fucking soaking," I said in a very loud voice.A few cars. ." Her eyes fixed hungrily on his cock, and he heard the softjingle of the bell; in his mind, he could see the sissy's tiny cockthrobbing in excitement. Her brow and mouth were heavily marked with fearand disgust, but as Bethany licked her lips a second time, she slowlybegan to kneel, moving in halted, jerky motions--as if she was fightingher own body. "Please, I don't want to, don't make me, it's..." the dollkneeled in front of him, her perfectly manicured hands hovering inchesaway from his.