There. There was a way. I'd call it the hard way, if the straightforward waywere going to be any easier.There was a patch of tile where I could get a...running start, and Ilaunched myself at the large window. I figured this was all in my head,some glass cuts weren't going to kill me. Whacking my head into an inch-thick sheet of bulletproof glass still wasn't the best idea. I laid,sprawled out on the floor, a comically large bump forming on top of myhead. If I'd spent more than a second. Selena, battered and exhausted, still managed to look straight at her captor and mumble something through her gag. “Yeah, the pampered little bitch is okay”************************************************************************************The two girls were laying naked, face to face, on the floor. Their wrists and ankles were tied up. So were their shoulders, tied together in a tight knot. Normally this would be quite painful. But both girls, battered and abused were just happy to have a. It took me two days of watching her with Molly before I realized, theirbody language was different, they were just friends...Mimi was right...On the bus Molly had gone back to sitting with Mimi leaving Jas with herhuge headphones on sitting alone.Another two days and after a fabulous performance where we rocked theplace we were chilling in the green room. Mel wandered off with a groupieand Mimi gave me a stern glare as she led Molly out leaving Jas and metogether.When I got another beer from. Nope, I look around and she is sitting her ass up on my dining table. When she saw me about to speak she just lay back pulled the tiny skirt thing up opened her legs and declared "Eat me", eat me like you do Angie. I stood there for about 5 seconds marvelling at her bright red lips, redheads have the sexiest pussy on the planet!! As i stepped up to do my requested duty, she threw her legs up and onto my shoulders. I di my best to make her orgasm as much as possible, and when I thought I was.