He kissed her again and cut the right strap and her destroyed dress fell to the floor.“I was standing there with my hands tied above my head in just...my red bra and thong Steve.”“I wish that I could have seen that!” I whispered.“I bet you do!” she replied, “Your tiny cock would have shot its load.” She went on, “He teased my bra covered breasts with his knife before he teased the front of my thong, then he moved the knife to my left shoulder and cut the shoulder strap of my favorite bra!”She. Lana: haaan, you want to know that bujj?Uummmahhhh, she kissed me strongly on my lips and lifted herself to sit on my waist. Lana took my dick in her hand and bent it towards my face. She slowly came up near my waist with her ass and she positioned her pussy on the length of my dick. Lana slowly started moving her hips on my dick by balancing her hands on my chest. Lana was actually massaging my dick with her Clitoris, Labium and pussy. She was moving very slowly so that every inch of her. Her round face with its rose-pink cheeks was framed by a mass of dark curling hair that tumbled down over her shoulders. She looked at the world through sparkling but shrewd brown eyes. Her nose tilted up slightly at the tip and gave a cheeky impression. Her mouth was wide with full lips and most often curved upward in a smile. Her overall figure was what used to be called “hour glass”, with breasts that seemed to be trying to burst out of the plaid shirt she was wearing. Her skirt more or less. “Why? Who ARE you?” I screamed.The men stopped. One man held his arm up and pointed to a long scar on his forearm.“This look familiar?” He asked.“No.” I screamedThe other man stood up in front of me and pointed to a scar along his jawline.“How about this one, Negan?” He asked.My brain, while foggy, rewound to a day, many many years ago.Two men, Candace, meand a baseball bat.“No way.” I muttered.“Yeah way.”“You’re in prison!” I panted.“We got out. We got friends in high places.”“No way. No way..