My brother on the other side, didn’t seem to enjoy himself that much. He smiled, but I could easy label that smile phony. As someone who deeply love... his smiles, I easily could tell a real one from a fake. Soon it was time to dance. This was my time. I love music, it can move me. To be honest dancing is close to masturbating, you let your body move to the rhythm of the music while slightly brushing your hands on your body causing the men around you to drool and wish you were naked. Maybe my. My mouth gaped open and I sucked on my fingers, tasting the sweetness from my own wet pussy, smelling it. I quickly moved my hand back to the shaft of my clit, finding that sweet spot, rhythmically rubbing back and forth as my fantasies became more diffuse, Just hands touching me; hot hard cock near me, waiting to fuck me, seeing my flesh shake as my fingers rubbed faster and faster. I heard imaginary words of encouragement, egging me on, “don’t stop, that’s a good girl, feels so good baby” . Days turned into weeks, and weeks became months before Jill was informedby her lawyer that the restraining order had been removed, and receivedTim's new phone number. She had changed hers as well. Since theweekend she was involved in the final betrayal of her husband, both sheand Geoff had been let go from the Hospital. Geoff was fired that day,the police discovering a supply of the drug Mike Russell had providedthem as evidence. She had lasted two more weeks before being less thanpolitely. The woman inside is slim and willowy, with wavy red hair. You don't need to see the symbol on her arm to know where she is going. She retreats as far as the tiny cage will allow. "Please, there's been a misunderstanding! I can pay it back! Don't do this!" The men just laugh. One of them says, "Quiet, slave! Your mouth is for fucking, not for talking!" They grab her around her upper arms, pulling her from the hanging cage. She struggles briefly, but it only earns her a jolt from one of the.