It feels like a lifetime ago since someone, including myself has paid it any attention.I kept my eyes closed as I could feel him begin to stroke it mo...e, harder and faster, just tracing out the length of it with his palm along my shorts, reaching the tip and then stroking the head and working his way back down my shaft along to my drooping balls.I opened my eyes and looked at him to see him biting his lip again his eyes meticulously watching his hand still running up and down my shaft.I slowly. "Give my thanks to your people." One other thing, sir," the PM said, "my CID people are pissed at not being able to interview the victim or the witness yet." What witness?" asked the General."The one who rescued her," the PM answered."I wasn't a witness," I said. "I didn't get there till she was outside. I just chased them off when they came after her again." Bob, the girl is in with the psychologist now. As you can imagine, she's pretty messed up. When the Doctor clears her, your CID people. As he put them in a vase he thought,'A person could get used to this.' Another knock on the door, Bob peakedout and recognized his landlord. The man never looked up, just handedBob a pile of mail that had backed up. Bob sat down to go through it.There was the usual junk mail and a few bills; with each letter he hopedthere was something from Sue; even a postcard would be nice. But alasthere were only a dozen get well cards, all from the girls in Alex'sclass, each extended an invitation to. My head hung slightly and my legs were rigid, but occasionally my knees would buckle, he was pleasuring me and soon I would let a soft moan escape, John heard this and he would mutter another dirty description of my filth, 'You're a slut', and he touched my pussy and my knees buckled.John turned in his seat and trapped my between his legs, his hand working away between my legs, open faced and caressing my nude buttocks, delving between my cheeks and inserting his fingers into my pussy and.