Perhaps she was the one. And perhaps he was just getting ahead of himself. Who was he to know when the one came along? When she looked up and stared s...raight at him he knew that he wanted to get to know her. To know if she was perhaps the one. Perhaps this was all for nothing. She shook her head, picked up her drink and melted into the crowd. And he knew that somehow, this was probably the last that he was going to see of her. It irked him. The challenge was still on and he never gave up. The bastard who buys you tonight, better thank me for loosening you up!”He then knelt beside her, cupping her tape covered chin and cheeks with one hand. His other hand playing absent mindedly with the horrible cattle prod lying on the cargo van’s metal floor. Terri tried not to look at it, or him for that matter. Her sad scared eyes trying to look anywhere, but at his sadistic grinning face.“I think you may have passed out from the pain, not lack of air! You have one tight little asshole!” he. Handing her the handbag she leant toward and gave the most passionate kiss she ever given him. Her hand held his neck and pulled his head toward her. Her mouth devoured his as her tongue slithered inside his mouth, wrapping itself around his own tongue. Her tongue tasted minty fresh and she had obviously brushed her teeth, removing the taste of at least seven cocks and god knows how many loads of come.He instinctively raised his hand to her pierced nipples.“Does this not hurt?” he enquired.“I. I can…oh, my…oh shit! Oh…oh…yesssss! Well that was a first in her twenty-six years. My, my, I do have good taste! That was the icing on the cake. It had been the most deliciously satisfying fuck of his thirty four years. Annie was not remotely a, ‘lie there and get fucked’ kind of woman. She moved, she made soft noises and she responded. Wow. She was an exceptionally pretty girl, her body without clothes was even more amazing than he could have imagined. She was terribly bright with a fun.