And especially since you’ve been kind enough to invite me in to share your Christmas, I really want you to have a Christmas where you don’t have t...o worry.“So,” and I paused to reach into my pocket and pull out a certified cheque, which I placed on the table in front of her, “I want you to accept this from me, not as a gift, but as a loan. You can use it to pay off that credit card, and then you won’t have it hanging over your head anymore.”Jessica looked down at the cheque, which was for. Not for the first time, I began to hate myself. I couldn't eat breakfast, I felt so sick inside. I felt shame and anger at myself for allowing my selfish desires to have such a devastating effect on my poor innocent loving Lena. The guy who'd dragged me in to the trees was only acting on the come-on I'd given him. I got what I deserved, in reality and in sordid truth what I'd wanted. But for Lena, it was totally different, she was blameless and pure, and now because of me she felt dirty and. But at that moment we were none of that. But merely fucktoys to this guy who seemed to have complete control over us. We couldn’t control ourselves.We started weeping uncontrollably seeing each other’s condition. I was naked in jewelry, wearing heavy makeup that was now smeared. She knew it was from brutal facefucking and ‘randi’ written on my forehead. She wearing a dog collar nipple clamps ‘kutti’(bitch) written on her forehead and naked.She was a beautiful and sexy woman. Shorter than me and. James slapped the man on the butt playfully. “Shake that money maker, punk. Don’t be ashamed, shake that hot pussy!” There was laughter and snickers as Brian hurried to his cell. Once inside, James eyed the lockers full of commissary and began digging around looking at the convict’s stash. “Okay, bitch, squat on that toilet and empty out that pussy.” James commanded. He laughed as the bully sat down. “Let my piss out of your ass. Piss out of that butt like it was a real.