It was all part of the bet. They bet on who could go the longest without sex, not even masturbation. Morgan had made the bet as a joke. If Bill won, s...e would do whatever he wanted for a whole weekend. If Morgan won, Bill had to promise alot of things. To be nicer to her friends (he was an asshole), and not put his hands all over her all the time. She liked his attention, but it bordered on obscene. Now she had lost the bet. Initially, she believed he'd only go a day, maybe two at the most. She. Maybe if he wasn’t, she would have finally, finally been able to put him past her and move on, knowing the Luke she had loved no longer existed. No, this Luke might be a little more mature and serious-minded, but he was still a good, decent person who cared, perhaps too much. The other day, for instance, he had gone next door to Sarah’s neighbor because he had noticed the elderly Mrs. Nash struggling with some weeds in her front yard. He had spent the whole day over there making sure the job. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up roughly.“Feel full cunt?” He asked “My cock is about three times as big as the three beads you have in there now and I won’t stop till my balls are slapping your thighs”“Let’s go” he said still pulling her hair and dragging her along with him. The beads hanging out of her ass visible under her dress like a tail. He opened her door and pushed her in the car. She got in, making sure to flash him her bald pussy. She sat there until he got in and. "One of the guards was carrying Tricia's target off the truck, Tricia had grabbed her laptop case and was carrying it aloft like a trophy. Eva, bent down to pick up the captive's handbag that had been tossed in beside her. "Didn't you say this girl was Ukrainian?" she asked."Sure," said Tricia, "straight out of Kiev University, over here studying at Imperial College." Oh," said Eva, "I just wondered why she had a Russian Federation flag on her bag that's all." Sure enough, hanging from one of.