He had worked one finger inside me and was stimulating and probing my pussy. Soon, a 2nd finger easily slipped into my wet and wanting cunt. He teased...the Hell out of my pussy making me moan loud enough so that the girls at a nearby table noticed and began watching. Little teasing rubs of my clit brought me closer and closer to the edge, only to be frustrated when he stopped and started over. Finally, I saw the bulge in Neal's crotch. He had worked himself hard by fingering me. With one final. The urban decay of the 70’s had set in. In this harsh environmentthey had learned to cope and survive in a hostile environment. Loweston the food chain were the street whores. Mainly addicts the cops consideredthem vermin. Especially worthy of contempt were the white girls who would comedown to sell themselves on the street.A hand pulled Lisa’s head to the side. Ready for some White Cock for a change?We’re not going to pay you, this is a freebie.If you are good, maybe we won’t dump you in. "We're already handcuffed. We don't need any more." Audrey's protest was bitter. She knew where she was going."Is best we join you. That way is hard to run." The corporal was anxious for good intentions to be understood.The girls were side by side. It was neat and tidy to clip a cuff above Audrey's right elbow, with the matching steel circlet notched on Corey's left. Where one went the other must go too. Another pair of handcuffs similary joined two ankles. "Why not our necks too?" Audrey. A small cable of some sort came out of the end of the handle and snaked its way off stage to where the recording engineer sat at his console. She cringed as she thought of that massive hunk of wood slamming into her ass. “Think of something else. Think of something else. Think of something else.” she kept telling herself. But all she could think of was that huge black paddle smacking against her ass flesh.“I guess you could call this escape sex,” she said to herself as she braced herself.