She sat with her legs close together, her hands in herlap. Her face was blank, boring, bland, empty, and pointless."You can smile," said Penny.Kim did...nothing."Smile," commanded Penny.Kim obeyed, building a fake and robotic smile carefully out of Penny'swords."Dammit," sighed Penny. "Stop. Just ..." Penny sighed and ran her handthrough her hair, not realizing it was in a ponytail. She froze, herhand on her head. What the hell was she doing? Is this the life shewanted? Is this the person she. I heard the double beep as I locked my car from the keyfab. I walked toward the hotel, building excitement to what was about to unfold.I walked past the pretty receptionists at the front desk. I head over to the elevators and selected the appropriately floor. I rode the elevator up (luckily no one is in there) and it dropped me off at the correct floor.I made a left out of the halfway and headed down the hall to find his room number. I counted up in my head as I walked with a brisk pace down. Ibegan to caress and massage her breasts, thighs, and hips. I even beganto rub the slightly camel-toed front surface of her crouch, tracing theoutline of Shannon's mound.Despite the protests of my conscious mind, my body began to give in tothe desire to feel all of it. Panting, I looked over at Randal, who wassmiling broadly. He was obviously quite excited by the show. Fightingthrough the flood of sensation enough to speak I tried to get him tostop the phenomenon that was now assaulting. His heart was beating very fast.“Hands behind your back!”Craig obeyed.And he waited.Craig heard more steps.Then someone surprised him by kicking him from behind with so much power that it lifted him off the floor. There was that sickening liquid slapping sound of smashed testicles. His balls exploded in pain. Almost instantaneously, Craig was hit from the front by another shocking kick to his balls.Craig dropped to the floor, trying to catch his breath. His aching balls felt like they were.