What the fuck are you doing with me! she yelled at them. You bastards arent going to get away with this! A hand flashed at her and slapped her face. ...ou see bitch, this is what happens when you tease us and dont give us what we want one of the guys spat at her. Well we gunna get what we damn well want she saw three guys. The one that was talking grabbed at her shirt and ripped it off and did likewise to her bra, letting her tits loose. She closed her eyes, trying desperately to block out the. How he longed to just play with her body – especially her feet. If she could have known, perhaps she would have run, but as it was - "Mmmm MMmmmhh!" He turned away from the mirror & gazed at his helpless prize lying on the examination table. She looked so incredible struggling against the ropes binding her. Her beautiful bare feet were even more amazing than he had imagined all this time. Her dark skin tone, toe rings & pink toenails caused him to get instantly aroused. How wonderful they would. My silk purple shirt at least gave me some protectionfrom the cold but I was still shivering within a few minutes. I wonderedif my captors had told the police that a female prisoner, Amber Foyle,wanted no doubt for some serious crime, had escaped from custody. Morelikely they would not want to involve the police in case the truthsomehow escaped, but they would certainly be looking for me themselves.At last my boyfriend turned up, and I was so happy to see him that Ijumped into his car and. I wasn’t having sex. I wasn’t dating. I barely hung out. Yeah, it was not exactly a terribly exciting period of this brother’s life, folks. Seriously. Then I met Marian McArthur. The young Black woman from the United Kingdom. The woman who changed everything. For starters, Marian liked me and she didn’t hide it. Not one bit. This was one lady who didn’t play games. And she always went for what she wanted. Every time. How about that? Marian McArthur did for me what the goddess Persephone did for.