There she was, his cute little sister, stroking his very adult penis with her god given breasts. But who was he kidding, she wasn't just cute, she was...a sex goddess! Her hair hung perfectly around her ears and her sexy brown eyes were so soft and kind. He ran his finger along her full supple lips and she sighed and started sucking on it. His cock let out a nice big drop of precum as he felt just how soft those lips were and how perfectly textured her wet tongue was. As she rubbed his cock. Until one day, I came home from school and she was waiting for me. ‘Stacy,’ she said. ‘I’m going to California with my boyfriend. I love you, but I have to leave. I can’t live in this house where he ... he ... he ... did what he did to me and mom.’ She kissed me, brushed away the tears on my cheek and walked out.“We never heard from her again. I have no idea if she is alive, or dead, happy, or sad.“Nothing... “Just nothing...”Jennifer was holding Stacy by this time, rocking her gently and. He suddenly produced a pair of nylons and he tied my wrists firmly to the bed posts. He then started to search for values around the bedroom.He finally moved over me. His hand reached out and touched my shoulder, the calloused fingers scr****g lightly over my smooth skin. Shivers raced over my entire body. My nipples now ached, being so hard. I closed again my eyes, concentrating on the mingled fear and desire. His fingers moved down the back of my shoulder and I noticed him releasing the nylon. “What is it you think I’ve done?” The desk sergeant looked me up and down. With my hands cuffed behind my back, Mick’s trench coat was hanging open, revealing my night’s carefully-chosen attire. “Soliciting: to loiter or solicit in a street or public place for the purpose of prostitution.” As the words were read out, I looked up from the four-inch spikes of my heels, to my fishnet-clad legs, over my tiny black skirt and across the escaping flesh of my cleavage. Oh right. Why wouldn’t he.