A whining, frightened, useless little girl.? The knife was pressing down hard on her skin. Leslie cried out as she felt it break the skin on her left ...reast. ?Help me somebody,? he said in a high, mocking tone. ?I couldn’t lose you with you screaming out your position to me.??Help, no,? she whispered. He suddenly slashed the knife hard across her chest, cutting a long gash over her right and especially her left breast.?Yes!? he hissed at her. She cried out in pain from her cut tits. Then he. “I don’t know what I’m expecting really ... I’d like him to have a good time, I’d like to have a good time ... I hope he’s big, but er, not ‘too big’”. As she says this undoes her bra, freeing those near perfect tits. The bra falls to the floor, but all we see are those boobs. Natural and young and round. Sitting proud with big pink nipples.Next she removes her jeans – pulling them over her narrow hips and down her skinny legs, having to sit on the bed as she pulls them off her feet. She smiles. She had seen me in the morning (when I was positively wearing a bra) and had commented on my clothing too (about she thought it was bold, but how she didn’t mind). What was I supposed to say! I made some lame excuse about how my bra was too tight and uncomfortable and how hot it was and I had rushed out. I know I was going to face heat for that later. What would she have thought? “Anyway back to the task at hand,” I thought, “I need to grab lunch and hurry back asap.”But I also had to ensure. The two of them put their arms around her waist, one on each side and together walked the rest of the way home together.Vicki walked down the aisle to get the Hamburg. She turned looking for Anita in the bread section, when she noticed Anita might as well been naked. She hadn’t noticed before, she had always been right beside her. Now as she looked at her, with a light behind her, the only thing that went through her mind was oh shit. Her dress was a draped summer weight, to the floor loose.