Then she collapsed onto the bed, completely limp.Martha stood up, absently sucking on one wet finger, and looked at me with an attitude of surprise. "...What, are you still here? Go to bed, Kevin, the show's over." She waved a dismissive hand in my direction and turned back toward Janet's bed. The look she gave my wife just then was oddly proprietary, but I was too awash in a combination of shame, anger, and post-orgasm lassitude to examine the moment. I left the room, half-running to the safety. It was put your arm through here and your leg in here.eventually I was totally dressed. I had on a lovely black pencil skirt with pinstripes running down. And the most amazing feeling silk blouse.i wasn’t allowed to perk until they had finished. They did my nails followed by all my makeup and then the wig which they moved here and there until it was just so. And I was then helped into a pair oh fairly high heeled court shoes. It was then I was allowed to see myself.it was the most amazing. “Your husband is sitting in the corner already watching me touch you.”“W-what?” came her outraged whisper. The stranger’s hand was still on her throat and the other was stroking down her arm, down her belly, over her thighs. He was distracting her with his touch and his voice.“You won’t see him but he wants to see you fucked by another man. He wants to see you come by my mouth and cock. So I’m here to fuck you and taste your sweetness on my tongue. If you’re a good girl, I’ll make you come. A girl in the street was thrown against her car then punched two times until she collapsed to the sidewalk while Benjamin kept kicking the side of her car, then smashing its windows with a piece of a pipe. He kept drinking as well.Too restless, moving too quickly from place to place, he somehow managed not to be apprehended by any law enforcement officers that surely someone had to have called. Miraculously, not even local gangs reacted quickly enough against someone who was obviously causing.