"You seem frightened."You seem frightened. What happened to that hot little fireball at the party? Remember what we did in the basement?" She nodded and forced a smile. "Bob, listen, I've got to run," she said. "I was on my way out when you came, and..." "That's funny, I saw you drive up just a few minutes ago. You've got to slow down, sweetheart. Running here and there will make you spread yourself too thin, don't you think?" "Really, Bob, I..." He grabbed her arms and shoved his face against hers and drove his tongue deeply into her mouth and kissed her roughly. She gasped, but quickly found that she was helplessly locked by his grip. His gun belt and uniform scratched her through the delicate fabric of her pant suit and, in the next instant, it became useless for her to try and cover her tits. "You're fighting your feelings, babe," he hissed, squeezing his fingers into her arms. "I guess I'll just have to melt you down a little bit." He Frenched her again, this time even rougher than before. He shoved his tongue deep into her mouth, gagging her and causing her to squirm against him. Then, suddenly, he pushed her down into a chair and knelt in front of her. He took his hat off just before grabbing her legs. Janet squealed as he snatched the pants suit and pulled. The suit slipped off of her. "Bob, stop, what are you doing?" she yelled, wiggling frantically in the chair, unable to escape him. In another second, she was completely nude and he was pushing his face between her spread thighs, zeroing in on her cunt. |