“Drop the pen, Abby.”Her hand relaxed and the fine fountain pen given to her by the new mayor of Pueblo tumbled to the floor and landed with a thu.... The cold muzzle of a pistol touched her temple and she tried to hold back her flinch as a hard hand tore through her dress and jerked her Colt from its holster around her thigh.“Why have you come here, Mr. Walsh?” She was proud that her voice didn’t waver, but his ugly chuckle made her want to take her chances with the pistol lodged against her. He actually had the gall to suggest that if I was good and did what I was told they might even allow one of “their” females to jack me off about once a month.Here is where you need to understand a little about my psyche. Even though my father trained me in martial arts, I never used them outside of his mandated practices. One reason for this was that I simply didn’t want to get into trouble at school, since my grades were very important to me.The other, I’m ashamed to admit, had more to do with. For the moment I didn't need to hear anything he had to say. I thought maliciously about un-gagging him long enough to stuff my thong panties into his mouth first, but decided that he didn't deserve the treat of a taste of my cunt.Besides, now that I'd verified that the gutless shooter was now dead, even more than ever I had an overpowering urge to masturbate ... and I briefly did so. I came nearly immediately and then twice more rapidly in succession, like proverbial rockets going off. More. It was just that simple. And I knew it would happen, too, because the first time we had phone sex he got me so aroused that I actually had two orgasms. But I’ll tell you about that some other time. Especially since multiple orgasms are rare for me, even with real flesh and blood lovers. Anyway, for the next twenty minutes he talked. A low, deep, sensual voice. Telling me what he was doing to me and what he was going to do to me, reminding me that I was the heroine in his story and that he.