The faster his cock thrust inside me, as my fantasies went, the faster my fingers would go, as my body went. I am sure the neighbors would have loved...to see me laying on the ground, legs apart, my French-manicured nails furiously circling my clit as I gasped in the pleasure only a girl can give herself. My climaxes had to be stifled, so the whole neighborhood would not hear me, once biting my lower lip so hard that I left a bruise in my mouth!I was in the middle of one of these fantasy. Their first instinct was revenge.Then cooler heads prevailed; getting revenge ran the risk of another mistake and possible exposure. Every operation left more forensic evidence and sooner or later the police always got the big break. Instead plan another much bigger one that would make up for the first.That was why the phone went dead. The next time it would be used was as a trigger for a remote bomb. It could be against me or one of the girls or as a trap. Just turn it on, make a random call. You pull away and your hands move down my body, your mouth exploring along the way. My nipples harden even more and peak out needing your touch but you circle around and kiss the scar on my side instead, hands caressing my tummy and thighs. I can’t move...only watch as you explore my body and for the very first time im proud of my breasts, my wide hips...my unique beauty.You reach my calves and suddenly gentle hands roll me over and I feel you working your way up my back. My body involuntarily. Belle’s breasts were already a good size, smaller than mine but still a nice handful for a client to grab onto as they fucked her. Mistress flicked the syringe a few more times before beginning work on Belles right breast, perfectly repeating every torturous action before taking a syringe in each hand and ever so slightly pushing the plungers. Belle let out a blood chilling scream, so a****listic you would have thought there was a tiger gutting a horse next to you. Mistress Smith tore the.