Hey, he said more forcefully, Im talking to you, bitch. She glanced nervously at him and kept walking. He lost his patience and pulled out a gun, poin...ing it at her. She stopped walking. Get it the car. He sounded terrifyingly calm now, confident he would have his way. Not having been exposed much to firearms, she froze in fear where she stood. He got out of the car and walked to her, keeping the gun at aim. Get. In. She was sure she would be killed if she tried to run, so she opened the door. The text: "Making guys cum is the highest purpose...the feeling ofaccomplishment...feeling sexy...for being the one who gives men whatthey want."Then the hip hop beat played out and the video ended."Fuck," was all Kris said."Yeah, wow."Before we could debrief, another video started.This one was narrated like the one from yesterday. It started with avideo of a girl licking up a cock.The voice: "You've been watching lots of girls in porn today, haven'tyou?"It continued, "But I want you to change. Hathaway's hips humped, but his eyes remained closed.Mrs. Flent's free hand slipped under her skirt and it was obvious she was rubbing her pussy. Charlie quickly scooted in front of her and dropped to his knees, peering between her parted knees. Her panties were pushed aside and her finger was inside her pussy, sliding in and out. Looking up, Charlie saw that her other hand was now stroking Mr. Hathaway's cock.God, it's so big! Mrs. Flent thought. I wish I could see it. It's a lot bigger than. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she whispered as she peered straight into my eyes.“Are you on the pill?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied, as she shifted back and forth on my lap. She grabbed my hands and slipped them up under her very tight shirt and on to her soft sides. Her hardened nipples pushed against the cotton fibers of her t-shirt, on which the word “Sexy” was emblazoned across the front.After a bit of nipple play and hand massaging of her small, but very sensetive boobies, it was time to.