I felt a flood of warmth deep inside me and I shivered. The hand in my hair released its grip and moved down, following the curve of my body, until it...reached the hem of my dress then slid up underneath, pausing momentarily at the top of my stockings, then continuing up the back of my bare thigh. Probing fingers slid forward along the silk of my G-string and rubbed my lips through the material as the other hand wandered back down, cupping my breast, and flicking over my nipple. My G-string was. Kim walked in. There was bell-ringing sound.Inside the shop were all kings of souvenirs. Statues. Crystals and stones displayed inside and on top of glass counters. She saw a poster of an Indian woman with an eye in the middle of her forehead with her two normal eyes closed. She also saw poster of Niostradamus: The Man Who Saw Tomorrow and a poster of Edgar Cayce, America's leading psychic.Kim realised that this was the front portion of the shop and saw a doorway covered with hanging beads,. They loved to rough up scrawny men who were foolish enough to walk the darkened streets alone. Most of their prey were office workers who got too caught up in their work, as well as the occasional naive tourist.Mike had the physique of a man who had lived most of his thirty seven years on the street. He was an intimidating man, standing about six and a half feet tall. His broad shoulders and wiry muscle atoned to the hard life he led. His face would have been almost handsome, if it wasn't. "I have to agree." he managed to choke the words from his constricted throat. "I love thinking sexy thoughts myself when I walk out here." Sometimes, I wish I could walk out here naked." the girl said looking at his eyes to catch his reaction to that suggestive remark. Stan did not disappoint her, his nostrils flared as he thought of this beautiful young child walking through this woodland paradise stripped of everything but her naughty thoughts. His cock jerked in his shorts. He was almost.