I could feel my pussy moistening and longed for the hands to stroke me there. But they drifted upwards again to my breasts again. Suddenly I felt some...hing cold and hard on my skin. It slid up between the bra and my skin. I had a sudden apprehension, then - SNIP, I feet the scissors cut through the material and the bra just fell away. The cool air surrounded me. My nipples, already hard and proud extended even further as the hands teased them. I writhed against the ties, but there was no escape. She had to stop at the entrance to the tunnel because the ground outside was covered in hot smouldering ash and pieces of charred timber. She gazed around in amazement at the desolation surrounding her, all the buildings had disappeared apart from the next kiln which had cracked open and partially collapsed. There was now just ash where she had seen the woman being crucified against a substantial door, but horrified she realized she could still hear talking, shouting and, somewhat fainter,. That doesn’t mean that the next few years were without their challenges. No indeed! Apart from the usual ‘discussions’ about homework, TV and the balance thereof, there were the inevitable ‘girly’ arguments about make-up (too much), dress style (too tight), skirt length (too short), heel height (too high), fake tan (ridiculous on a freckled red head!), party hours (too late), unsuitable friends (too disreputable) and, of course boyfriends – although there were surprisingly few of these. To be. Divorce is one thing ... but theft? I think I'm going to shut up about this until we know for sure or unless someone says something to them. They've got enough on their minds right now. They don't need more grief." Yeah. I have a couple of sources at the cop-shop, so as soon as I hear something, you'll know. Better the boys hear it from you than read it in the newspaper or see it on TV." Yeah. Thanks, Pete. Jesus ... what next? This is turning into a fucking soap opera, pardon my language." No.