Lisa at gunpoint

[gagged_Louise]

His eyes sweeping over her warm, smudged cheeks and her waving, curling streams of hair he felt intrigued. They had got hold of some photos of her before their daring strike, but she was both more chic and more finely hued than he had imagined. The dramatic quality of her dark curls surrounding her face was tangible even now when she had been offered these new, rough pleasures, and he felt in his right to put her.under his thumb.

Pressing his right hand gently to the back of her neck, he kissed her long and hard, sucking in her lips. "Now girl, this ain't the stuff they showed you at yer fashionable dancing clubs...I showed ya how to achieve it, and you did beautiful. Mmm.." he brought out his still hot cock and rubbed more cum into her sheeks and the curls around her ears - "you're a nice newbie but then ya had a good teacher" She nodded affirmatively and closed her eyes.

Her legs wriggling on the white bedspread, Lisa was a nice sight, and her hips were intoxicating. "I'm not your damn plaything" he could hear her saying, "Please get my arms free at least". He sensed she was partly trying to shield herself from her own guilty feeling of pleasure. He brushed a few sweaty tufts aside from his brow and lit a cigarette. Lighting a side lamp, he stood there having a good time, and showing he didn't seem to care about the idea thats anyone might be alerted. Lisa, panting for air and trying to hold off the disturbing things that had happened in the last thirty minutes, dimly sought for a way to know what he would do next. Did he know something? Why lit a lamp if you've just sommitted crimes that could send you to jail for twenty years? How could he be so..calm?