He whispered something in her ear and she stopped struggling. Willard expertly worked the stretched to the limit stretch pants up over her ass and pro...udly escorted her to his table.Suddenly, every window in the building exploded inward, showering everybody with fine bits of glass. The stench of all the worst, sourest and most rancid farts ever let out by human behinds permeated the whole room. "Smells like someone shit his pants," I told Angel."Uh oh, I don't like the looks of this," Angel. " Are you interested in watching it?"She shrugged. "I dunno..." Lisa -- what is bothering you?" Nothing. NOTHING!" She drew in a breath. "I've just been running through events in my mind." What events?" Everything that's happened since the last time you visited my apartment." What's your assessment?" I feel like someone tied a rope around me and dragged me through an emotional car wash."He chuckled. "That means you came out the other side, all clean." And, beaten black and blue by the rotating. "What the hell is your goddamn problem?" he spat out. "You don't get to fucking leave and end this discussion!" she screamed back. Fury was coursing through her in a way she rarely allowed. She hated feeling like this, like she couldn't control herself. But she’d rather let him see the raw anger than give him the satisfaction and show him the tears that were burning behind her dark eyes. “What do you expect me to do?” he snarled. He was as angry and frustrated as she was. “I expect you to. I slide my hand over my cunt and rub it over his cock, just to give you some sense of familiarity, of pleasure for what you are about to do. I glance over to you. “Your turn” I walk over to you and grab you by the hair, pulling you forward. You are standing in front of the boy, still fully clothed. I am behind you. I slide my hand down your trousers, beneath the secret knickers, and finger your hole as I whisper into your ear “I want you to do this for me. To enjoy it for my pleasure. Take him.