Irish by background, her skin was pale and unblemished, like Greek marble, and her long, luscious hair the deep brown colour of Guinness just before i... settles. Her eyes were a grayish, pastel green, more jades than emeralds, and a dusting of tobacco brown freckles was scattered across the bridge of her nose. Her mouth was lively and expressive, twitching and curling in conversation. My eyes surveyed her body as she spoke about her degree. She was wearing a simple, strappy black dress which. I was in shadow so I stopped in the doorway to allow my vision to adjust to the surroundings. What a shock it was to see Paul sitting on a bale with his shirt open and his overalls down around his knees. One hand was clutching his erect dick and the other hand was holding a magazine. I was mesmerized for a moment, taking it all in. I wasn’t shocked at the act of him masturbating, after all, I’d been jerking off since I was 11. But, I had never seen another guy jerking off. In my circle of. The three men who lived there were like her pimps. She’d answer to them, no matter what filth they had her do. I wanted to tell her to wake up and get away. Maybe she was brainwashed. Torture can change the inside of you. A reward and punishment thing. If she sucked cock well, she’d get a reward. Money? Yes, she was getting a little extra. I could use a little extra money myself. But why like this? Drugs? No, not drugs. I heard some girls are drugged and continue being pimped out just to get a. She was dressed as Miss Patriot, her superheroine alter ego. Alexandria was about 5’8”, had a slim body with all the right curves, large breasts, a nice round ass, and tanned skin. Her costume consisted of red boots that ended before her knees, a small blue thong with white stars on it and red trim, a white bra that had red straps and strings, and blue trim in towards her cleavage. She also wore a large blue cape, and blue arm coverings that started at her wrists and went past her elbow. Miss.