’ You could only watch as your father nodded his agreement, a sign which brought tears to your eyes. To be married off like some prize to be won in ... contest like those at the Reaping fair, like a symbol to validate a man was not the lot in life you had pictured. That night, as the castle slept you dressed. The clothes were some you had taken great stealth in procuring, the look when finished like that of one of the peasant girls who were from the local village. Your dark hair cascading down. "What do you mean" She asked. I was confused too."You say you didn't have any or could find any warnings or electronic messages concerning the raid on Scott? That would fit with someone higher inside the agency playing a power game. Then we have inter-agency rivalries."In the world of big government, a lot of times not only does the left hand not let the right know what's going on, but sometimes the fingers act independently as well. Especially if said finger is jockeying for a position of. "I know the unemployment people personally. I promise you they will laugh their ass off when I tell them I fired you because I caught you moonlighting as a whore." Now get out of my house!" she yelled.And then, I left the home of Alice and Fiona, jobless and destitute.**Prostitution was no longer my second gig. It was my only gig. The small amount of money I had raised for my surgery fund now had to be used to cover my more basic needs. I arrived home with my landlord waiting outside my door. Stacy shakes her head in disbelief; "Did that really just happen?" she thinks...and yet the moistness of the mingled pussy juice and semen dripping from between her legs attests to the reality of the situation: she's trapped, she's just been fucked against her will, and it's obvious this group of frat-house guys thinks of her pussy as nothing but a toy for their enjoyment. Stacy struggles against the ropes holding her, trying her best to get free...but the tension in her arms, waist and now.