The latch mechanism was opened and the door swung open. One of the male slave keepers stepped into her cell. He snapped a leash on her collar and jerk...d her out of bed. She didn’t let out a sound, knowing full well that if she did she would be hit. The slave keeper swung her outside and closed the door. He then led her by the leash down the hall. Even though her legs were free having her hands shackled behind her back made it somewhat difficult to keep up with the man’s quick pace. Once outside. "Yeah, very nice," I replied, leaning closer to give them a good grope. She does have very nice tits, a good handful, and still youthfully firm."Do you like me doing this?" I asked."Oh yes, it's magic," she cooed, "please do it some more." Now I really set to give her superb tits a workout. As I did so her breathing became more and more laboured until she had a mini orgasm."Oh, that was nice," she sighed."Yeah we better be getting back," I said reluctantly, but I knew there would be other times. But..." Heroin and cocaine cocktail," explained Marta, "a deadly combination." Who says?" asked Margie petulantly."Ask Mary," suggested Marta. "She lost two friends. And then there's John Belushi." Who's that?" Never mind. You really are a child." Old enough," pronounced Margie with childish pride."To get yourself killed," said Marta."Are you going to tell us what brought you to the street?" asked Joe."I ran away." Obviously," said Marta. "Why?" My mother had enough of my lip as she calls it. I. ? Inside Mario was feeling a new love for his daughter, but in his way his voice was somber and steady so as not to let her know the depth of his feeling.Donna exploded out of her chair and nearly fell across the large desk to hug her father. ?Thank you, Daddy, thank you so much. I won’t disappoint you.?Mario basked in his daughter’s hug, but inside he wondered if he was taking something from her. Once she was a criminal like him, she would be trapped into the same lifestyle he was and he had.