" "Fuck off bitch!" I no longer cared if her john heard me."Asshole. Fucking worthless piece of shit." "Whore" I retorted. "I should have cut your tin...y dick off when I could." she was breathing much more heavily and her tits were rising and falling with each breath she took."Well yeah? Now it is too late. If you touch me, I will fuck you in the ass you cunt" Oh that'd be the day!" she mocked me. "You think your 4 inches will hurt me?" Nothing can hurt you whore. Your ass is fucking tunnel." I. The poetry. Remember the poetry. Why? Maybe it'll take your mind off this damn nervousness. He began tapping the rhythm on the tabletop. The singsong syllables struggled to emerge from his larynx, then he set them free and chanted. First under his breath, then with growing confidence as the power took hold of him. The woman had turned around and was staring at him. Her eyes were... immense pools of darkness.He starts jabbering some kind of nonsense. Can't understand a word of it. Must be. As the car pulled under the shadow of the house he smiled to himself in amusment."Hmm and they just might do it someday... but not today."He stepped out of the car his sunglasses glinting in the late afternoon sun. It had been a strange day so far. He'd found the college mini bus smashed along the roadside the driver apparently crushed by some assailants pick up. Well that's what his passenger in the back seat had told him. The buxom teen had insisted a dildo wielding mad man had chased her. Their dinner is enjoyable, and they just chat about different things. Halfway through their meal, the bank president suddenly stops at the table. He greets Emma saying how nice it is to see her. Emma introduces him to Donald, but he cannot take his eyes off her as she does.She sees a younger woman standing behind him and ask who she is. The President reddens as he realizes how rude he is being to his date, but seeing Emma, like this, he is doing all he can not to let his developing hard-on.