’ Nothing else matters again. The quarry is the carrot and her body is the stick. She will not eat for another two days, nor will she know it. ‘Ta...ke your car,’ he waves dismissively. ‘I’ll meet you there. I have to go get some things I need.’ Nod. Her gaze drops to the car door. He walks away from it awkwardly, leading with his chin. She waits for him to be two arms-lengths away, then turns her head on her left shoulder. ‘You’re twitching.’ He slows, does not stop or turn. ‘Are you cold?’ She. As his balls slapped wetly against her ass-cheeks, Leila yelled out “Fuck meeeee…oh fuck…oh fuck…oh shit…you are soooo fucking big...fill my tight cunt….fuck yesss.”Her 18 year old pussy was tight around the girth of his cock and he’d worried at first that he had hurt her when he penetrated her, however Leila was grunting and fucking back at him as hard as she could each time he ploughed his cock deeply in and out of her snatch. Reaching down with both hands he lifted her legs and swing her. ’ As they walked away, Jasmine glanced up and looked at Phillip. He was, without a doubt, the best looking man on their staff – tall, with an athletic build and WASP-y good looks. He was obviously from money, had probably attended elite prep schools all his life, then an Ivy League college, and now he was a young hot shot in the firm, poised to become the next big name in journalism. Shaking her head, Jasmine entered her office and closed the door behind her. In doing so, she got a good glimpse. His eyes bulged and his face reddened as he snapped his scowling visage to face me. ‘Are you insinuating that there is something humorous about my political views?’ he growled, menacingly. Really. Menacingly. ‘Why, of course not!’ I slowly replied, recalling his views on gun control and eyeing the exits. ‘Well,’ he said, turning a mistrusting eye to me and covering the documents on his desk with his hands, ‘Okay.’ Suddenly, he rose to his feet and assumed a posture often used by dead.