Six months into my sentence, while Bob was reading a book, he put it down.He said to me. “The reason I am in here is that I killed my step-dad. He k...pt on beating my mum and also abusing my sister. They were too scared to do or say anything. Until one day I had enough, I did something about it by beating him to death with a baseball bat.”I looked up; he was just staring into space. That night I told him what happened to me. The lights went out. We talked until early morning. When we woke up. "Um, what about your husband?"I said, "Frank we came here so Melissa could fulfill a fantasy of sucking a strangers dick in the car while I watched."Frank looked puzzled and smiled, "Your wife is fucking hot, sure I'll let her suck my dick!"Melissa said, "Just a couple of rules Frank, you can't fuck me, I just want my husband to watch me suck a cock and your cock feels just about right!" Ok" Frank smiled almost like he could not believe his luck.We left the bar and went out to our SUV and I got. Her body would jerk and twitch as if in sheer lust for the man."Wh-what are you going to do?" You'll see, my sexy little French tart."He slapped her with the palm of his hand. As the pain jabbed down into her neck from the twice-bruised cheek, the man quickly used the leather straps to bind her hands behind her back. Pulling her out of the chair, he threw her to the wood floor. She was on her knees.He looked down and smiled. Such a sight! She was naked to the waist. Her firm, high tits bounced. In one hand she carried an ornate dagger with a long blade. Claudia now noticed two dark streams that had run down the girl’s arms and onto her elaborate tattoos. Even by the flickering candlelight she could tell that it was blood. Then, as though drawn by a sudden impulse, she swiftly stepped to one side to look beyond Sabina. There, sitting upon the music stool she caught a fleeting glimpse of a shadowy, silver figure; like a man made of featureless, polished metal. The figure disappeared in.