’ ‘Look lady, we’ve lost a cog somewhere. I was asking what do you do for a crust, I mean for work?’ ‘I’d rather not say until later, if t...at’s all right.’ ‘Sure, but hey, you’re not a Yankee prostitute are you?’ ‘Good heavens no, I model swimwear.’ ‘Same difference isn’t it – model means prostitute as all prostitutes say they are models?’ ‘Look buster, if you call me a prostitute one more time I’ll hit you with my handbag.’ ‘You don’t have a handbag with you.’ ‘I’m going.’ ‘You can’t.’ ‘Are. Rico enjoyed her displeasure and yanked her forward as he swatted her bare bottom a few more times. She stumbled toward the bed with her pants at half mast and her hands still bound. Rico was ready to have some fun. He took his knife out again and held it to her throat as he yanked her pants all the way off.Angel could see the revenge in his eyes. He was out for vengeance. She winced as Rico cut the duct tape that bound her wrists and then yanked her remaining clothes from her body. Her naked. She finally removed the jeans and placed it on a chair nearby and now she is only in her unhooked bra and transparent panty which are barely covering her modesty. She tried to cover them with her hands but I warned her not to do that which she obeyed. Then I removed my shirt and asked her to come and sit on my lap cross legged for which she hesitated for a moment and then she realized she doesn’t have a choice but to obey me.She kept her hands around my neck for support and sat cross legged on. I can scent your arousal and it inflames me still further, if such a thing is possible. Abandoning pretense, I begin to work your shirt up higher, breaking the kiss to ask, "Is this okay?". You answer with a fierce kiss that seems to go soul-deep and I gradually widen the expanse of soft bare flesh. You moan and writhe against me, then with an impatient "let me", you rise above me and wrestle your t-shirt over your head, letting it fall where it will.Oh fuck...! Your tits are soft and shapely,.