Stroking his spit-covered member with one gloved hand, I muttered the answer that would change everything."Give me your best, cowboy." I said with a w...ink. Smiling that sly grin again, he began to get up as did I. He moved around behind me, his hand rubbing the front of my chest through my jacket, as if I had tits to play with. I bent over to grab my cigarettes off of the floor, almost stumbling as I felt his stiff cock press into the leather of my skirt and into the crease of my ass cheeks. As. She was careful opening the ancient, heavy oak door, as the old iron latch was capable of a loud 'clack' if lifted unwarily, so by the time she got to the porch she could see no-one. She noticed, and almost ignored, a bundle of what looked like old clothes, but just in time noticed a little whimper coming from it.It was a bundle of old clothes, but they were wrapped around a baby that could only have been days, or perhaps hours, old. She picked it up and took it into the church, where she found. The house looked totally dark as I got out of my car and made my way to the front door. I heart was beating a hundred miles per hour as I slipped my key in the lock and turned it. I was thinking to myself, are you nuts, why the hell are you doing this?All I could think of was the leopard panties that barely covered her crotch. This, and the fact that my cock was by now rock hard, and throbbing, was all that I needed to make me enter.Once I was inside the house I could even hear my heart beating. . This isn't right!I almost missed Sharon's comment as I left the room, "I hope that's all it needs." She said faintly.I carried Billie-Jo into the basement and placed her onto the bed. Alice had just fallen onto the mat, hitting it with her hand to absorb her momentum, and looked up to see me put her friend face down onto the bed.She came over and gasped when she saw the six lines on Billie-Jo's ass, "Why... why did you do that?" She asked me."She has to learn that slaves do not run away from.