“I’m going to get your car,” Barry said. “There're some papers for you to read, and the painters may be here before I get back.”She turned t...owards his voice, and that was when she saw the grill. She was in a cage, surrounded on three sides by the walls of the house and the enclosure of the staircase and on one side by a folding metal grill that ran from the floor to the ceiling.“He made a cell,” she said to the room in general. She reached out and felt the grill. It moved a little. She turned. She got off on being abused. Did she actually enjoy the pain or was it the act of submitting so completely that got her juices flowing? Who the fuck cared. I needed to fuck her now and her ass, that ass I just abused so intensely, was my target. ‘Jan, get on your knees now. Bend over, reach back, and spread your cheeks.’ She didn’t utter a word nor did she stop crying. She just responded and in no time at all I was buried in her ass. I guess I must have used a bit of spit on her ass and / or my. "Oh my God, don't! Please Rockwell, please don't do it!" Then I started to cry... and he stated to laugh."Oh that's just fucking great, a little tap on the chin and a gun in your face and you're crying. Yup, you're my superior officer alright, Christ I'll have to remember that the next time I'm in trouble in Iraq." He looked like he was thinking about something and I hope it was putting the safety back on. "I'll tell you what I'll do Lieutenant, I'll put the gun in your mouth and you can suck. ”With nervy hands Monica struggled to do as she had been told, at the same time determined to get a good look, and feel the size and weight of this new and exciting cock with both hands.Helen standing right between her naked partner and the fully clothed Monica felt a strong tinge of jealousy as she watched Monica’s obvious greed and avid interest in Barry now unimpeded and very erect cock.“Impressive, eh?” was all she had time to say before she pushed Monica aside and pointed her back to the.