You think back and remember how it started, you had been doing small time burglaries. Nothing big – you had managed to keep yourself under the OPD�...s radar for three good years. Your mentor, Luis, had brought you in when you were a homeless runaway and shown you how to run. He was fifteen years older than you and had a daughter he was trying to support. You trusted him. You both started small, residential burglaries, small shops, small fish in Oakland. You moved across the bay and started doing. I saw a hot sticky stream of cum shot over her tits and dribbled to the floor. She continued to jerk it off until the stranger’s cock was done!“You, slut, this is what I want you to do,” I whispered to her: “Show your cum-covered tits, and walk into the corridor!”Miranda obediently got on her feet and walked into the corridor. I watched as she walked up to one of the men who had just entered the corridor and told him “You’re next.” Then she walked into our booth. In a minute I saw the next hard. I felt them for a minute as I thanked her and after she handed them to me she pored a thick layer of super-glue on the back of each one. "You know what I want you to do." She said as she snickered. "I want you to push those breasts into place so they will be permanently glued to your chest." She reached out and pulled the straps of my bra down off of my sholders, then pushed the satin and lace cups so they were forced a couple of inches lower then they would normaly be. . Ray thought he would have some fun with her. He said, "Let me think. Let me think. Oh, yes! The Sara that I remember was about 5 foot 5 inches tall had light brown hair that she wore up. She was wearing a knee length black dress that had a square neckline. She also had on a double strand white pearl necklace, diamond stud ear rings and was wearing black pumps with four inch heels. The dress had slits on each side that went to about three inches above her knees. The Sara that I remember was a.