His partner stud behind her and entered her back orifice. Both officers started roughly fucking the woman.Tuner turned just in time to see an angry lo...oking officer – a fat 2,5 meter high green skinned mass of muscles – deepthroating a kneeling brunette virus. Turner could clearly see female's - who had her hands cuffed behind her back - hard nipples pushing against evening dress. Soon the massive orc like officer, pulled his victim's head as much as it was possible. The female trembled as her. "I'm sorry to hear that. You just passed up on a chance to get even, and save yourself." Derrick bent down and opened up the oven. "Now see if you can fit your fat whore self in here."Whitney's jaw dropped in disbelief. "You want ... you want me to..." she stuttered, before remembering what happened when she asked questions. She still couldn't bring herself to comply though, and just stood in front of the oven.Derrick picked the knife back up and pressed it against Whitney's breast. "Now now,. Wallet, keys, lighter – I’d given up smoking ages ago, but it had been a gift from someone I’d cared about deeply, once upon a time – spare change and, of course, the vial of skittles. He raised his eyebrows at that, looking me hard in the eyes. I simply shrugged nonchalantly in return. Everything else, he returned. The candy, however, he slipped into the breast pocket of his dark grey suit. “No funny stuff. Like I said, She’s on edge.” “You take the joy out of life, Pinky.” “Only yours,. “Anything at all, Mister Varrel, anything at all!” agreed Anna. She jiggled her bare tits invitingly at Jerry, who just smiled at us.“Maybe a drink?”“Yes, Mister Varrel!” she said happily. This was a game Anna and Jerry had played before, and enjoyed, and I was extra spice. We traipsed off to the kitchen and made Jerry a quick gin and tonic, then scampered back to the living room.“Here you go, Mister Varrel. Anything else we can do for you, Mister Varrel? Anything? Anything at all?” I asked,.