“You have a very tasty pussy, Miss Jones.”“Does it mean I get the raise?”“Maybe, we see how things go. Have you ever seen a man’s cock?”...“Not a man’s.”“Whose cock have you seen?”“My brother Billy’s. I saw him rubbing it behind the garage once.”Standing up, I unfastened my pants. I pulled them, and my underwear, down to my knees. Holding my cock in my hand, I waggled it at Kelly.“Did it look like this?”“Oh no, Mr. Smith. Billy’s thingy was much smaller.”“Have you ever touched Billy’s. On your stomach."Hands still cuffed behind her, she awkwardly rolled over and struggled to move to the center of the bed."I am going to give you forty spanks with the crop. And you are going to keep count for me like a good little slut. Now, legs together, and get your ass in the air. And don't even think of moving from this position or trying to avoid the crop. Understood?" Yes," she pouted. She was slightly apprehensive of what was about to happen- he had always used the crop as a form of. I shook my head no, to answer her question.“You are not his girlfriend.”I shook my head again, then tried to tell her my name, just enough for her to understand.“You are Tyler?”I tried to muffle again.“Taylor? Your name is Taylor?”I nodded.“You are the owner now, and all this stuff is yours?”I nodded again.“I guess you want me out of your clothing, don’t you?”I shook my head no.I signaled her to follow me, and I made my way down stairs, to the kitchen. She looked at the keys, hanging from a. "The syndicate would never order a professional hit on a cop," She kept telling herself, "They know better than that! So what happened tonight?" ________________________________________When Pedro saw red lights and emergency vehicles he decided to take a detour. Down a side street at high speed he killed his headlights and looked for a way around the action. He knew that if the cops saw him he would be stopped and they would surely find his cargo of crack. Not looking where he was going he was.