Play with your prey

Although I had never had a woman in this position before, I could tell that she was terrified. The smell of fear was almost overpowering in the small office.

"Please," she was begging again. "I really don't want to go through with this. I'm married and have children. Can't you show me some mercy."

I smiled at her. "I think you know what you have to do."

She blushed red at my comment.

"Turn around," I ordered.

Margaret turned and offered her backside to me.

I whistled in appreciation.

"Lift your skirt and show me your panties." I said in my most severe tone of voice.

Margaret lifted her skirt and I got a great look at her ass. It looked pretty good for her age.

"Do you shave your hair, Margaret?" I asked.

"None of your business," she snapped.

"That's fine," I replied. "I will know soon enough."

I was ready to start playing with my toy but I wanted to scare her a little more.

"So Margaret, are you on any form of birth-control?" I heard her hold her breath at the question.

"No," she answered. "My husband had a vasectomy, we don't need anything."

"That's to bad," I answered. "I don't use anything either. You had better do a good job today. I would hate to have any accidents."

I gave her ass a slap as I pulled my cell phone from my pocket.

"Who are you calling?" she whined.

"You will meet them soon enough," I replied.