."cunt?" I thought to myself once again, "cunt?" I never used that particular word, though I didn't mind hearing it said whenever Robert did, though t...at was only when he was aroused and we spoke dirty to one another in bed as we had sex. But to actually think it myself, told me, affirmed the fact, I was very horny at that moment too. Only once before during one of our sex chats had I found myself becoming somewhat excited. But even that had been nothing like this. We had talked about. They need to break down the door. Please.?The ?stand-off? continued for another fifteen minutes before I figured out what to do. ?Operator, can I speak directly to the officers???Hello, is this the man in the house???Yes, sir, it is. I tried to explain that I can’t open the doors. Believe me I would if I could. I’ve been a prisoner here in my own house for the last year and a half. I need help. I was whipped—my back and legs, and chest—for hours last night. I’m losing blood and the pain. The papers are already transferred. She was my first car. Now she’s yours.”I reached out and took the keys from him, looking at them in awe. “What year is it?”“She’s a ‘76 Stingray,” he confirmed.“A Stingray,” I breathed. I looked at it again. The fiery red paint looked brand new. “She’s gorgeous! I ... I don’t know what to say.”“A definite first,” Victoria said dryly.“I’d intended for you to have it,” he told me. “Now seemed like an ideal time to bring it to you. We’ll have to put it in the. Long black fishnet stockings came up to just below the hems of the skirts, and all wore at least four-inch ankle-strapped stiletto heels.The young lady assigned to ‘relax’ him was a medium tall and buxom brunette. Once she had taken him to his room, she had helped him remove his clothes, then had removed her own dress. Then, clad only in her stockings and heels she had knelt next to him on the bed and proceeded to give him a hand job. When he came, she had directed the jets of cum onto her.