Finally I heard footsteps approaching, a soft knock on the door. We’d both given the other a code word to make sure we were in the right place with...the right person, and that was the only thing that was said before the door opened just for a moment. I saw a silhouetted figure slide through the doorway, and then darkness…just the sound of soft footsteps, the rustle of clothing hitting the floor, and the feel of her hand reaching out and finding her way along the edge of the bed. I moved over,. ”No, these are all too big,” she informed Sharmila. “Do you have anything else a little smaller?”Sharmila thought about it for a minute, and had to admit that she didn’t have anything else she could think about.My wife considered her options, and then decided to reveal an option that existed.“I have something that I can bring over.””Really?” Sharmila replied eagerly.”Sure. I’ll be back in a minute.”My wife hurried back over to our house, went back to the bedroom, and rummaged through our sex. I told him that he had thirty minutes to get to Tamara's. I told him to call the police detective he used for serving subpoenas and have him either come himself or get another police officer here as soon as possible. I asked him to call me from his cell phone while he was driving here.I walked back in and asked Tamara to go upstairs and freshen up. I said it would be best if she didn't look like she had been crying.My cell phone rang; I looked at the caller ID. It was Michael, the actor. "Hey,. She cried out harder, begging him to stop.Quickly, he turned her around, and ripped down her tank top. The tits were barely tits, and his cock nearly popped out of his pants. ?You look like you’re 12.? He said, beginning to slap the flat chest. She cried out again. ?Open your fucking mouth, cunt.? He said. When she did, he spit in it, then spit on her face. ?You like it, don’t you bitch??She nodded, while his fingers began twisting the tiny nipples hard. ?What’s that? You like.