But Joel was insistent, a single jerk of the knife capable of slitting her sister’s throat. Drawing the panties to her ankles and kicking them off her toes brought a nod of approval from their tormentor. Sex Contrary to his fear, they were from family and friends, one message from his mum, another from his dad, and even his brother Pete chipped in. Charlotte yelped, tears welling, and almost immediately Jackie begged clemency, her soothing lips moving quickly to cover the welt. Too early for the mailman, a folded-up handwritten note lay on the mat. With Joel’s assurance that the worst was over, reluctantly they climbed from the loft. A rival gang or a carefully orchestrated heist perhaps, in the knowledge that some fifty grand would be up for grabs. It took a moment to register on his brain: Mickey Standish was dead. As Joel rotated, a low moan filled the room, causing the other two women to look up. Drawing the panties to her ankles and kicking them off her toes brought a nod of approval from their tormentor. “Let us go, you sick bastard.”
Joel merely grinned and fondled her tits a hit more. Tiffany cried out, breasts quivering with each heightened touch, body limp.
