As I gnawed mercilessly on her engorged bud and furiously fingered her bony apex, bucking, writhing and groaning with pleasure, Jenny left us and went... to another place. She was in her own world completely focused on the pleasure sensations my tongue and fingers were imparting. She started to convulse and the first squirt of syrupy fluids shot into my mouth. I greedily drank it down. ‘Oh fuck Bill … FUCK! … oh my god I’m still cumming’. More of her delicious nectar spurted on my tongue … it was. I tried to get my hands free but theywouldn?t budge. I started to shake, the reality of what he was saying startingto slowly sink in. ??Nathan, Sir, please, it is not too late tolet me go, I won?t tell anyone, please. I just don?t know if I can do what youwant me to do.?? I searched for any signof mercy in his eyes but when I saw none, the tears again flowed.? Once I had calmed down a bit, I had to findout one more thing. ?You are going to make me do things in public, aren?t youSir??? This time. Up and outta that place. Up the cement staircase to the street. It was only a short stroll to Times Square, the imperial asshole of the world.I had a Plan. I'm nothing, if not resourceful. The store sign read "Novelties and Souvenirs." Told the clerk I wanted a custom imprinted t-shirt. Invested $25 of my stash and got a form-fitting shirt reading: "1001 Variations." It showed off my pecs real good.Ambled uptown into rich folks' country. Upper East Side. The Casbah itself. The accumulated. The girl's panties were considered to be proof in the case of an involuntary score, and they had been pretty sure Janey was not going to participate voluntarily. So knowing what color or pattern of panties she was wearing was the key to verifying the 'trophy' was from the victim. One of the cheerleaders had walked into the guest bathroom at the party when Janey was peeing, her panties down around her ankles. Janey was sure the door had been locked, but, as the girl had OOP'sed her way back out.