Then she was made to take one man to the back & open the safe, which was cleaned out. "Hey man. We got a couple grand & credit card receipts & some ai...line shit. Not a bad haul." The driver said, "Then it's time for me to get mine." Motioning the two latest terrified women to stand next to each other in the middle of the office he told them "Now you can both strip each other so I can see who I want to fuck". The taped up man on the floor began to struggle a bit & scream through his gag. The. B reached up to stroke her face and brushed her nipple on his way up. Her ample breasts were able to bust out of that tiny uniform she was wearing, and Mr. B couldn't resist a touch. Kimmi jumped. She was upset with him, but damn, that man could ignite passion in her with the tiniest of touches. She was pissed her nipples became instantly taut at his touch."That's too bad," he said. "I'm very attracted to you, and wanted to get to know you better ... if you know what I mean."Now, Kimmi was. Love you," he said, realizing that she had hung up too soon to have heard his last sentiments. He sat looking at the receiver in his hand, wondering how it could be that she would hang up so quickly and impersonally. It seemed as though this was just another example of how she had changed.Just a few short months ago they would've spent as much time as they could chatting and teasing each other over the phone. She just didn't seem to be the same woman she was such a short time ago.John picked up. She was cutting up a pineapple at the counter when she heard bare feet padding across the floor behind her. “Hi.” “Hi,” she replied quietly, trying to keep her cool. “You okay?” Dom asked. “You know, about earlier? I wasn’t sure if maybe you’d had second thoughts.” Sarah turned around and looked at him. His jeans were slung low on his muscular hips, the corse hair on his stomach just visible as his white tee shirt rode up. He had his right hand resting on his head, with his fingers wound.