“Mr. She smiled up at him. “Looks like somebody wants to come out and play.” She worked the tip of her gun under the waistband and pulled the elastic out just far enough for the head of his cock to pop free—then she pulled it out even farther, as far as she could, and let it snap back against his cock. Peter let out a short huff of breath. Jane picked up the rest of his clothes and, leaving his shoes, belt and the items from his pockets on the hood, stepped quietly back towards the car door. She tore it from its hanger and put it on, her fingers fumbling with the long row of white buttons in the front.
It was a terrible fit—Chrissy was much taller than Jane as well as bigger in the chest and hips—but she didn’t care. She found the red sandals Jane had worn and found to her surprise that she could get them on her feet.
