Tamiqa was thin, 5'7" tallbut with a round butt and C–cup breasts. No one called her beautiful,but her figure looked great in just about anything sh... wore. Tamiqa had a job,lunch shift manager at the local fast food joint. She worked 8 – 4, itpaid poorly but she got by. She 'got by' augmenting her income; she burglarizedthe surrounding neighborhoods. She was good, too. She never broke into a housewith the owner inside. She never took anything that she couldn't easily carryout herself – she. I slammed myself against the cage trying to loosen it but it was far too sturdy. I knew my only chance was to try and get free when I was out of the cage.I went to sleep exhausted from my attempts to get free. I fell into a listless sleep once again punctuated by flying dreams.The next day was much like the last. Most of the day was taken up with long periods where I was just left alone in the dark with nothing but my own thoughts for company. Then in the evening Sandra would torture me for. She let it pool at my feet, and she gazed at my small firm tits with the tiny nipples poking out. She did the same to me that I had done to her. Her lips toyed with my nipples. I felt liquid fire seeping through my body. Each tug of her lips on my nipples, felt like it went all the way to my burning pussy. It set off little shivers of passion. She pressed her body against mine and we started grinding our pussies together. Our tits rubbed each other as we kissed and rubbed our panty clad. Nope, everyone thought I was the sweet, shy, quiet girl who always did what she was told. I was far from having a clean mind, and I was more of a sex addicted bitch in heat on the inside.I was home alone one day and bored out of my mind, so bored that I couldn't pay attention to my favorite after school cartoons. I tried masterbating but was boring without seeing a good fuck going on infront of me. So I descided to play with my blocks in my mom's room. I poured out the blocks next to her.