Hearing her beg, and then scream my name became my drug of choice. She gave as good as she got. One evening, sitting in my lap, impaled on my cock, s...e wrapped her arms and legs around me as firmly as she could, holding me tightly in place inside her. She stroked me with her vaginal muscles, drawing me maddeningly close to a climax I couldn’t reach. She taunted me as I convulsed with sensation, whispering in my ear that she couldn’t wait for me to fuck her, while preventing it at the same. "Milk Boy! You will have to be more professional if you want to work here!" she said. Stunned, I dropped my trash bag full of items by my side. "I'm sorry Lisa. I just got side tracked, I guess. Uhh, it won't happen again, I promise" "Well see that it doesn't!" And then as quick as her furry came, it was gone. She looked me up and down for a few sends, smiled and said "Good. Let me take you to your cell, uh room. Let me take you to your room." Damn, she's odd.I followed her through the. My guess isthat it isn't. Maybe if we try to go over and interfere with the meetingbetween you and the thief some accident would interfere... we'd get hitby a car crossing the street, or something."That was worrying enough. "But if we follow the thief from yourapartment, and catch up with him before four or five o'clock, that mightbe changing the past too... Just us being here at all might changethings." It might, but there's no evidence of it. Neither we nor anybody we knowwas here or at. She didn’t think negotiating with him right now would benefit her at all. He reached under the bed and grabbed a handful of hair ‘You coming out now, bitch?’ She had no choice. The fighting continued for another hour or so, she lost track of time. She only wanted it to be over. In his drunken fit, he stumbled in the kitchen and tried to catch himself but knocked the chair over breaking it. Eve ran towards the bedroom and as she did he regained his balance, reached into the cabinet and threw.