He tried to think of the best way to phrasethis without insulting Connie's generosity? or hinting to Fran aboutwhere he worked. But he wanted to get o...t of here as soon as possible,not spend all day playing dressup in a place where he clearly didn'tbelong. ?Just so everyone is on the same page, here? I really don'tneed much. I have friends that I can borrow from. I've been borrowing alot of clothes lately, and it's been working out, and I don't want towaste your money, and...??Violet,? Connie. Please. What do you want?" She shivered not so much from the cold, but from dread. A certain dread that it would soon be her turn. The last 24 hours had been a nightmare. First, the handcuffs, then the humiliating removal of all her clothing, and the final shame of the brutal cavity search by the smiling female guard. The screams of the unknown prisoner had become shriller and more distinct in intensity. "Whack!" "Oh migawd! Stop! I'll do anything." The pattern was unmistakable and. I had thought of making a sarcastic comment about how she was getting all dolled up, but had decided against it. The end result was, she looked fabulous, something that pleased me but also bothered me.Alan’s full attire further made me doubt his claims of being wealthy. His pants looked fairly worn-out and his blazer seemed like one of those cheap tawdry ones you get for 50 dollars at Walmart. He was also wearing a really horrible cologne, which he had clearly sprayed a lot of. This tawdrily. Tell me what you want.” “Your cum. I want you to cum all over my slutty face.” The guy jerked off and moved his dick closer to her face and then gave her another command. “Hold your ring up. Show the camera your pretty wedding ring. Let them see you are married and fucking someone else.” Gwen only hesitated for a second before she held her ring up for the camera to see. And the guy added. “Tell your husband how big a slut you are. Tell him how you love fucking younger men and how you.