. yeah, okay. Money. Go less abstract.”“I don’t know?”I suppressed a sigh.“Are you sitting down over there?”“Yes, of course?”“Is it ...a nice chair?”“It is fine?”“Do you have a pillow there?”“What?”“A pillow. Get yourself a pillow, put it on your chair. Then sit down again. Because you and I are going to be here a while.”Omar got up with what can only be described as a shit-eating grin.“I think you have this well in hand, Mr. Carstairs. Unlike Professor Rasul, apparently. Good day.”He directed. Between the three of them they now took hold of her blouse and literally tore it from her body from the front, tugging it out of her trousers and ripping it open to expose her white lacy bra, the blouse tearing and the button's flying off. Her breasts were heaving up and down as she tried to get air into her lungs and they all started to maul them around, trying to get her bra off to expose them to their hungry eyes. The security guard now stepped forward with a serrated knife he had found on. The fat dark-haired girl - oh, hold it - Shannon? - was a complication. Well, perhaps the rules would remove the problem... "There is only one rule, actually," Bart declared. "What I say goes. Period."Shannon blinked. "That's a serious rule." I'm serious about it," Bart replied. "Break it and see what happens." What's the flip side?" Shannon asked, wondering 'Why isn't Bridgette asking these questions?'"What am I offering?" Bart clarified. Shannon nodded. "A relationship." He paused. "I really. ”Maria noticed Jane’s body, Baby was at work on it already. It was pumping her full of Holly’s goo. The once flat-tummied bimbo now looked nine months pregnant, her body rested on the inflated belly. Baby’s length showed no signs of pumping, as if it was capable of much more but was only using a fraction of what it could.“For example this,” Holly caught her date’s attention once more, “people tend to forget about me when they see Baby, especially when we fuck.”“I’m so sorry, Holly,” Maria.