"s**t," Jessica said, advancing toward him. "He's probably up there gettin' his jollies watching all those young kids fuck."
He was gulping as she went to him and began to loosen his necktie. Then she was unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from his pants. She loosened his belt and slid his fly open. His pants dropped to his knees and his shirt flopped away from his chest. She could count his ribs, even in the semi-darkness. But she knew what was in his pants.
She jerked them to his ankles and shoved the shirt over his shoulders, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the mouth. She mashed his lips back and allowed her tongue to dart into his throat He was gurgling and gagging and completely dominated. That was how she wanted it. She wanted what s*x Myron could yie
