Are you seeing anybody else?” {Tell the truth. Be positive about me.}She shrugged and shook her head. “No, not really. I was going with Bud Hargro...e for a while, but it didn’t work out.”“So, you see, there’s nothing standing in your way, is there?” {You’d like to be my girlfriend.}“Well, no, I guess not,” she said with a grin.“Maybe you’d like to go out Friday night?” I asked. This part of the plan really wasn’t thought out too well. I didn’t have a license or a car.“Uh, sure. I didn’t have. He didn't need to pay Sam anything, and he knew it. It was all a game to Bob, one more humiliation for his new mistress to live with. I understood that. No, it was Sam that angered me. He had never 'owned' me, nor did he have any right to sell me. I'm sure Bob knew that, but the charade of 'buying me' from my husband tickled his fancy somehow." Tears were just starting to well up to Darla's eyes now. "Bob wouldn't let the thing end there tho. It wasn't humbling enough that I had to listen to. “I think maybe there’s more, Belinda,” she asked. “I’d like all of it now, please.” Mr Gallows stopped thrusting, keeping six inches in Rupali’s twat. He leaned forward a little, slipping another inch in. “Is that all of it?” she asked. Trish piped up, “What did I tell you about asking that? Guys don’t dig it, especially not mystery men like James Bond.” If only she knew. Mr Gallows pushed another inch in, making Rupali gasp in surprise – just one left in reserve now. “Oh my goodness! There is. . When she was forced onto the seat and positioned so that the greased up dildo sank into her pussy, she got her answer.She loudly cursed Sam when he personally secured the electric wires to her nipples. She swore she would scratch his eyes out but since she was strapped securely to the bike frame the threat was empty. All she could do was wiggle her naked ass on the seat in an attempt to get used to the rubber dick in her pussy but she only managed to push the dildo deeper into her pussy.A.