My dick was bigger, stronger, and meaner than ever. Never in my life had I felt so excite, so alive.I snatched her up by her shirt, and pinned her to ...he refrigerator by her throat. The look she gave me then would become my addiction. It wasn’t the same look as before. It was a helpless, powerless look mixed with a heavy dose of fear. A fear of what I could do to her . . . what I was going to do to her. That look made me feel like a lion staring at a blood covered lamb.The way her wide eyes. Rogers, their next-door neighbor. She thought he was sort of creepy. And besides, she had other plans. Just the same as any teen would do when their adults were out of town, the first thing she did was clamber up the stairs, straight to her mom’s room. The next thing she did was head to her mother's oversized closet. She went through the racks of clothes, most of which were several sizes too large for her. Isabella tried on some oversized bras. She was eagerly awaiting the day when her breasts. ..the memory of Tomas heating needles on the kitchen range firmed her resolve. If the German tried to help her up, she'd knock him down and run. She was strong enough for that, and he wouldn't be expecting it. If he didn't try to help she'd run anyway, though they'd more than likely catch her as she tried to muscle past. She tensed...It was all over in a second. The German didn’t see it coming, only felt, for an instant, hot breath on this neck, and then the leaping beast's jaws closed on his. She caught a glimpse of herself in the polished marble wall between the elevators, and gasped at what she saw. It was the sexiest woman she had seen in years. She laughed to herself, looking at her reflection, thinking if she ever got fired from this job, she could always join Monique, and be a hooker. Somehow Sharon made it to the top floor without being seen. She was cutting through the empty office area towards her private office when she happened to look up at the bank of monitors on one.