She caressed the bulge in his shorts. She could feel him gyrating against her massaging hands. He hardening at her touch! She must be doing this right... “Hmmmm! Keep doing that Bella!” Jacob whispered. He was now slipping his strong right hand down her jeans. He could feel the frilly cotton panties he had so often admired from her back yard when they were hung out to dry. He kept moving his hand down, feeling the amazingly perfect bulge of Bella’s firm backside against his palm. Jacob roughly. " I HURT! I'M IN PAIN, OKAY?" he yelled. "ISN'T THIS ENOUGH?"Tricia studied him as he stood there with his raw, red hands held straight out, showing her his wounds. She sneered at him."Yeah. Nice little Christ-complex you've got going there. Practically a stigmata." She turned on her heel and left, calling out "Stick around! I'll get you a crown of thorns."Joey watched her storm away and he shrieked, spun around and slammed his hand against the table in blind fury, black sparks pouring from his. Emily, who was 21, worked as a general employee at her local department store. Her roles could include anything from helping customers try on shoes to greeting people as they entered the shop. Having finished Uni a year ago, Emily found her job extremely tedious and boring, not nearly as much however as her non-existent love life. When the bus eventually arrived she took her normal place on the first row of the raised seats near the back. As the bus reached the next stop Emily felt a sudden. She looked up into his face, and she knew, with just a word, the leash would snap. She took a deep breath, and said, “Fuck me, Tawfeeq.”She felt rather than saw the change come over him. His hands rose to cup her breasts, and he molded them against his palms, the rigid nipples nudging against them. He lowered his head, and his mouth, his hot, wet mouth, devoured her left nipple as his hand continued to maul the right. Her back arched, and she whimpered. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him.