"Come on, you bastard, give me all your creamy spunk," she demanded and tugged at the greasy shaft. Ernie emitted a loud groan and bucked his hips ben...ath me. A second string of thick seed erupted and landed on my buttocks. Dissatisfied, Charlotte continued her rigorous onslaught. Choice words about his parentage were bandied about and her hand moved in a blur. It was as if she was punishing him for ejaculating inside me, and more moans and hip bucking followed. Despite the sight of my backside. "Priscilla turned her back on her mother and continued to shampoo her short blonde curls."By that time I'm afraid we will have outlived our value as sex slaves and will probably be dead," added Sophie angrily. Priscilla shrugged and remained silent.In the kitchen Trevor had reached the same conclusion. He considered using a kitchen knife on Charlie's broad back as the bearded rapist knelt to unchain him but, with a solid bar still holding his ankles three feet apart, Trevor decided against such. His head was turned at an angle, and tilted also and his shoulders were cocked at the opposite slant of his hips.Realization for the floor manager dawned: the exact same pose the mannequin stood in! Obviously, the boy was pretending to be the mannequin, or pretending to be the girl the mannequin represented! Another damn pansy, fairy queer!Why, the little fag might do something to the mannequin or try to steal something that matched what the faux femme wore. Stalking forward, the floorwalker. I stayed hidden behind the art building, panicking and hoping that she was just joking and would bring my clothes back after she had punished me enough. A few minutes later she came back and she was wearing my clothes. She was holding her own blouse, skirt, socks and shoes in her arms."I think I'll wear your uniform for now so you can't look up my skirt. I think it's only fair that you wear mine so I can look up your skirt and see how you like it. Put them on," She threw me her clothes, "and.