Ron fumbled with the switch to the car seat and I felt the back recline. The big man continued to hold my arms stretched out. I felt a third man pulli...g at my bra. I felt Ron tearing at my skirt and then at my panty hose. I was in shock — I couldn’t believe this was happen- ing. The cool air on my legs as he ripped my panty hose off brought me back to reality and I started struggling harder. I succeeded in getting a hand free tried to scratch Ron’s face. But he grabbed my. Soon he'll start to privately, in his mind, associate sex with survival. Sluts get to eat, drink coffee and generally have a great time. Bad bitches get none of that. At the same time his powerlessness to change the situation will seriously fuck with his mind.You can include others into this ritual of yours. Invite your friends over and make sure he pleases everyone. Only if he's been a good little party favor will he get his basic needs met. Otherwise he can always lose some more weight. Sluts. I spent the time working on e-mails, reviewing the next seven days work schedule making sure the last minute requests for vacation and time off were correctly marked.I checked with Kate to make sure everything was ready or if she anything that needed packing in the trailer.Sarah was standing at the counter when I finished with several calls."Do you have the contact information for me?" I asked.She handed me a slip of paper with the information on it. We made some small talk. What I was trying. Paul wanted to know why we were stealing the melons and I told him, “We gotta fuck something tonight.”We only took the two ripest ones ino the apartment. It would still be three or four hours before Jerry would get off work, so I took a knife and barely cut through the outer rind. When the 3inch circle came off, I plunged the knife into the center and twisted it around, making a hole about a half inch across. It was easily reamed out with my thumb, to the size hole my hard cock would fit.