One bare foot was crossed in front of the other, and the wash of moonlight in the windows was sliding up her smooth legs.He flashed back to a month ag..., that night she snuck into the center in the middle of a freak, late season blizzard. Now, already, the windows were open and she was padding around the house in panties. The world had changed three or four times in three or four different ways, yet he still kept her off in her own bedroom.Biding his time.Biding his mind.Biding ... just. Smirking at me, he tore his cock out of my hand and moved back, rubbing his hand over my throbbing clit, I could feel myself getting slick. I spread my legs as wide as I could, but he grabbed my ankles and hoisted them into the air and balanced them on his shoulders. My lower back left the bed and he got me level with his dick. Without even asking if I was ready this time, he pushed the tip of his cock into me. It hurt, but I wanted him bad, further and further he pushed. Pleasure and pain. ”“Not if you get value from them,” I replied, “and if they’re scrubbing toilets, wiping asses, fighting forest fires, all that, they’re creating value. Simply warehousing them in jails is wasteful and murdering them is plain unethical.”“What if the bastards refuse?” he asked, his voice rising, “what if they won’t do the work? Then you shoot them? Then we’re back to square one.”I nearly yelled at him, “No! You don’t shoot them. You do something else. You make their life so unpleasurable that. I pulled her panties down a little, exposing most of her bum, to get better leverage. Sindy was on her hand and knees with her tits, in her bra, hanging down nicely. I asked her to get rid of the bra and she deftly put one hand behind herself and released the clasp as her tits swung free to a round of applause from the guys.“Get her panties off” yelled someone from the audience and I obliged, pulling them off and down to her knees. My hands were soaking wet as I pulled them off her completely.