"Sir?" Daphne breathed, almost panting.I stared at her lovely breasts a few moments longer and then looked back up to her face. If need can be express...d as an emotion, it was written all over her face.Her eyes held mine for a moment or two and then looked pointedly over to the table. I saw a small pair of scissors lying there.My mind reeled ... Was she asking me to untie her or cut her bonds? I really didn't want to stop now. And then of course, I realized what the scissors were for. I picked. Why won’t the guard say something? I just want to get this over with.The security guard looks at us coldly. I notice that she has her name sewn onto her shirt – WALKER, in capital letters.“Okay, names first,” she says.I wonder if I should give a false name, but quickly decide against it. She’ll soon find out if we lie, and then we’ll be in worse trouble. I think our best bet is to be honest.“Annie Harrison,” I say in a tearful voice.The guard looks at Sarah.“Sarah M-Morris,” she stammers.She. ?Guys, I’m not a slut. Stop it. I just dance? Jaime said. But her friends wouldn’t stop. Tiffany was pulling her to the middle of the room, telling her that she must be a doing extra favors for bigger tips. Jaime tried to struggle, but the large black woman easily overpowered her. Jaime was on her knees in the middle of the room, her face bright red, and her friends pulling at her, calling her names and laughing. ?Ok Jaime, here’s the deal,? Ryan told her. ?Do what we say, and. The sweet pain was becoming uncontrollable and very intense. We spurted at the same time. The warm, salty, juice oozed out from the slit to our tongues as we licked it all clean and dry, but the hardness refused to go.Drained from the hard work, we dozed off, naked and entangled. I woke up to the smell of weed. My naughty tasty boy was cooly smoking a joint, with the quilt down to his ankles, showing me his stiff cock and thighs. He took a drag and leaned in to kiss me. As I sucked in the sweet.