“There’s just one more thing,” said Alan. He dug into the bottom of his bag and brought out a little packet, which he ripped open. I didn’t se... what it said on the packet, but I could see that it was a thin gold chain with a little clip on each end. “A finishing touch” he said, and took one clip and pinched it onto my left nipple. I gasped. It was slightly padded, but it still stung a bit. Then he clipped the other end on my right nipple, so the chain hung down between my breasts.“Is it ok?” he. E'll still be able to talk. Bring 'im over 'ere where I got some room." No, look, I don't know nothing, I promise." Curtis almost screamed, he was in panic by then."Don't fucking lie to me, kid!" the boss said in a very calm but firm voice. "You obviously know about Carpenter's wife and who she's shacked up with. Now that ain't exactly common knowledge so tell me how the hell you know about it, or you and that fucking car of yours is gonna rot away in the bottom of that dock out there. No cunt. We had always gotten along wonderfully. She never showed up late, never asked to go home early, and she always did things by the book. She was one of the top selling workers, and she had a way with customers that assured they never left without buying something. She was brilliant and she was gorgeous to top it off. She had long caramel blond hair, bright and inviting green eyes, and a body that would stop people dead in their tracks. She was in shape, and I knew from our many discussions she. The bull shoved her into the cell next to mine. All that separated me from the finest piece of ass I had ever seen was half-inch-thick, metal bars. She walked to the cot, sitting down, spreading her legs, and looked straight at me, a teasing smile on her face."Do you think I'm beautiful?" she purred, my eyes locked on the cum-matted fur of her pussy. "You are goddamn gorgeous, sweetness!" I howled. "Why don't you come on over here and let me get a good look at you."She laughed, licking her.