"Hey?" I said, rubbing it."Sorry, I couldn't resist, your dress is so short I could see your cutebum," she said with her mischievous smile. I was seei...g a lot of thatsmile it seemed. I liked it though. I liked any smile on her face. It wastrue she had been under a lot of stress. It was good to see herunwinding. I rubbed my tush as I walked away, hamming up how much ithurt. She started to laugh.I tossed a couple of logs in the fire, the pile was getting lower, wewould have to get more wood. "Awwh, Bobby I really don't want to talk about it." You having trouble with that boyfriend of yours, I'll take care of him if you want." he jokingly said. He had talked with Dave a few times after almost cleaning his clock a while ago. Bobby remembered that day; Dave had tailed Nancy to her job because she wouldn't tell Dave where she worked. He was shocked it was a strip joint. It bothered him because that day was the first time he thought about bringing Nancy home to meet his boys. He thought. Jean’s reaction was to push her cunt towards the holeand accept the violent finger fuck. As she did, sheleaned back and her tits came out of the upper holes. Isaw the fruits of the anonymous hands’ labor: througheach of Jean’s tits was a safety pin, a safety pinfastened.Shit. He had pushed pins through her tits and thenfastened them. Exquisite pain, exquisite tit torture.And now he was finishing her off, finger fucking hercunt violently.As Jean started to cum, she began to. I wanted to show whoever followed me that I wasn’t afraid. I also wanted to give them the opportunity to sit facing the door.“I hear you’re looking for Tom Olivet?”“That’s right Commander, please have a seat. Would you like something to eat? Drink? This pilsner is rather good. I think you would enjoy it. My treat, by the way. I know what it’s like to be between jobs.”As he sat down, he was closely looking me over. “Wilma, pilsner, bitte.” he called out.The rather stout waitress came out and put.