Chantel believed in wearing all of a color on any given day. Fashion critics would have pounded her, particularly since she matched her make up with h...r clothes, but she really couldn't give a flying fuck about what the critics might say. She was, after all, her own force. Today it showed in her blueish lipstick, dark rouge and layers of blue eye shadow, mascara and liner. The only exceptions to her rule of color lay in the mixed of black and white; there she mixed them methodically, almost. ”I put my hand on his chest and pushed him backwards until he finally sat down. I quickly grabbed his arms and cuffed his wrists to the bench with the handcuffs I had deftly removed from my purse as he was distracted by groping me.I knelt down in front of him and took off his shoes and socks then moved on top of his legs, pressing my bare breasts against his legs as I undid his pants. “You know. One of the things I really like about the benches in this park is that they are sturdy and bolted. I would have never pegged Shaun to have a cock that big, definitely a grower versus a shower. He pointed it at my face and said, "here Squirt try this one." I was released from eric's death grip and told to go ahead. I took Shaun in my hand, Definitely longer than Eric but not as thick. I started to give Shaun the treatment, he sat down on the chair and just let me do my thing, "He's better than *******, (his girlfriend), Yeah I know says Eric, I told ya! I really enjoyed suckin Shaun's tool,. Despair clutched at her heart when she finally had the moment to truly process that she had been transferred to an entirely different cell. She had been separated from Cloud and Barret, the last surviving members of Avalanche. The urge to cry rose up in her throat but she quickly tempered it down refusing to let them see her break down like that. She rose on unsteady legs from her cot and made her way to the metal toilet. She winced at its cool embrace of her rump and relieved that pressure.