Diane started to run at us. Miss Johnson told her to stop again, but she didn’t stop.Miss Johnson then pulled the trigger, Diane fell to the ground,...she was dead before she hit the ground.We went to my dad cell, he is bleeding from is neck, he had his neck slashed open, he was, all ready dead.Jennifer held me for a long time.Then the other FBI agents came in with the paramedics, nothing could be done for my dad.The girls were taken by an ambulance to a local hospital to be checked up on. I hope. "Ssshhhh, Ben, its ok. Its ok. Its me," said the man in a vibrantvoice. "I don't understand what is happening," I said trying to comprehend. Ilooked down again at the breasts hanging from my chest. I reached upand grabbed them with my tiny hands and felt them there. My handsregistered warm soft breast and my breast registered a light touchwhich felt oddly nice. All in all, I couldn't deny that somehow a pairof tits had appeared. The man sat down on the bed and I shuffled away slightly, afraid. But when I placed it back I swore I saw movement in the stall but starting longer I saw nothing more. I brushed the thought away and went back to wiping the mud off my face. I was now to the point of scrubbing the mud off my shirt when I hear a sound from that same stall. Like someone breathing, gasping almost. Trying to ignore it I kept scrubbing, but the thought of someone watching me was almost enough to get me horny. blood was racing to my tits as I continued to wash. I paid to much. It’s why you need me to take you by the hand and lead you into a softly lit room with soothing music playing in the background. Its why you need me to slowly undress you. To lay you naked on that massage table. Starting on your belly. A bowl of heated oil within reach.I scoop oil into the palm of my hand and rub my hands together, fingers interlaced, before placing them on your shoulders. I run my strong hands slowly down your back to that gorgeous ass and back up again. Digging my fingers deep.