I ride Patches close, jump off her back, pick up a big rock and throw it at the window. It bounces off the window, hits me in the head (and hurts like...hell) and Ben starts laughing like crazy.Ben remarks, "Stacy I think that's bullet proof glass."I give Ben a dirty look and whine, "Stop laughing and help me."He complains, "We don't have time to be wasting on this."I see something on his tactical vest and order, "Ben, give me one of those fire grenades because I have an idea."He looks puzzled,. ”It was followed up by another text which made him smile. “Keep her dressed, the pantyhose looks hot. Though have fun sampling her attributes, happy new year Zack…But get the dumb cunt back here by 4am though. I want to try the slut out too!”So Zack had done just that. A lie to take her home, the application of a tazer for subduing his prize. And then a cattle prod for getting her compliance as she squirmed and rolled around in the ropes, he had tightly bound her up in, in the back of his. The heat in your back is intense. Then you feel a coolness spread on your welts, he is gently rubbing ointment on you. "That's a good little slut." He fingers you, it only takes a few seconds for you to have one of the best orgasms you have ever had. "Good girl." He pets your head as you come down. He uncuffs your hands and says "You hungry slut?". "Yes Sir." He nods, "I figured you would be, you have had a big day." he puts a bowl of oatmeal and water on the floor in front of you. You start. Out on the Internet mom found a place called HerRoom that actually had fourteen styles in Robin’s size. They aren’t cheap either. They range from forty-five dollars to eighty-four dollars. Of course the cheapest ones are not the prettiest ones either.For those of you who are not all that familiar with bra sizes Robin’s ribcage just under her breasts measures twenty-six inches. You add five inches to that getting thirty-one but you need an even number so it becomes a size thirty-two bra. Then.