She kicked helplessly in the air, feeling his knuckles rub against her pantyhose-covered pussy lips, the spandex ripping in his grasp. “I won’t let you, Heyman. Then, without warning, he lifted her hands behind her back and forced her face back into the lockers, letting her red spandex-clad ass stick out. “We managed to pluck you out of plain sight, didn’t we?”
Not bothering to look at her shocked face, he turned around and began to walk towards the exit. Without missing a beat, he thrust again, and it somehow felt deeper than before. She shook her head desperately, and slammed her head back. – but if there was a more dishonest man on this planet to get where I am now, then I want to shake that man’s hand.” His hand slowly reached up to her hair, and she flinched violently. Her first thought wasn’t how disappointed she was in herself for giving in, or how Paul, the lecherous perv that he was, was probably recording this footage of her acting like a wanton whore, but the
