The Mayor was accompanied by a servant carrying a lantern and a young black haired woman. In the flickering light of the lamp Jack could see that she ...as very pretty, with full red lips and large black eyes that were red and wet with tears. Behind the trio was gathered a crowd of townsfolk, who were muttering angrily and brandishing torches, ropes and pitchforks.'Father Ruis!' cried Mayor Sanchez. 'I need your assistance''Of course my son, what is the problem?' asked Jack gravely. He kept his. “I can only see one thing to do,” Mitch told her as his hands began to unbutton her blouse.“I concur, Mr. Kowalski,” Mal said. “Do you need any help?”“I don’t think so, Mr. Bernstein,” Mitch replied as he opened the final button and pulled the shirt from her shoulders.“As I suspected,” Mal muttered as he ran his eyes over Kate’s chest. “Breasts that could make a grown man cry. I think that if you release them from their black lacy cradle, I may just tear up.”Kate made no attempt to stop Mitch. I don't remember when he got on the bus, really. I just remember that he took the seat across the aisle, slightly behind me. He was tall, enough that he had to stoop quite a bit so as not to bang his head on the roof of the bus. He had dark hair, and a good day's worth of stubble on his face, black jeans and a blue tee shirt. It's odd that I'd remember that, though I can clearly see myself as well. Black sundress, black flipflops, green purse, and my dark green travel blanket bunched in my lap. Jordan shrieked and clutched at the pillows, and begged her to withdraw it, but Clyda ignored her, and instead stretched her fingers out, so that they probed at the sensitive inner flesh, eliciting a strange cry indeed from her new sex slave. Jordan forced herself to relax as Clyda's hand continued deeper. Clyda extended her fingers while inside Jordan, gently parting the second ring of flesh, allowing the arm to pass in even deeper. Clyda spent some time there, gently massaging the inner.