Perhaps better wasn't the correct word but...more confident. James rubbed her clitoris in tight circles as he slowly finger fucked her tight vagina.He... virgin vagina. Though he had popped her cherry years previously he had yet to penetrate her completely. James found the spot only a couple inches inside her vaginal canal. Like a rough patch or a small dip it was her trigger point, most commonly known as a G-spot. Amy gasped as he ran his fingers over her G-spot while simultaneously rubbing her. You were coming in from the rain and despite the soundness of the store’s construction you didn’t feel any less wet and dirty in its confines. The smell was… unique to say the least. Various fruity notes of strawberry and chocolate wafted over from the lube section to your left. On your right were a couple rows of shelves with various tools and toys. In the back on the left was a western style double swing door and a red neon sign that read, “Video Booths and Bathroom”. A smaller normal sign. “Right, we can deal with this in one of two ways young lady.” I began, “We can either call the Police and have you arrested, and you can go to court, or we can deal with the matter in-house. However if you choose to have it dealt with in-house, you will have no choice other than to accept what I deem suitable as a punishment, and once you have made your choice, you will not be able to go back on it. Is that understood?” I said.She nodded.“Well what’s it to be then, the Police, or in-house. He flipped her up and around into a bear hug, nuzzling at her ear. The woman’s feet dangled a foot above the ground. “I will let you go if you tell me where I can find the nearest herd. At least three other souls as payment for my generosity. Your freedom in return for theirs. That’s a fair bargain, don’t you think?” His tongue traced a wet line up her neck. “Or perhaps you wish to trade something else? I can smell your desire. I know what you truly want.”“No!” the woman moaned and wriggled in.