” he did as she asked and squeezed them, and then ran his thumbs over her erect nipples. Pat might have been in her 50s, but tom soon found out how ...she loved her tits, being felt and nipples stroked. After having them felt through her bra, pat reached behind her and unclipped her bra, and with a quick tug pulled the material from her jugs. Now looking at her naked breasts and erect nipples, he pushed them together and jiggled them in his hands, before moving closer and licking each nipple in. Quinn, leering down at her on the other side of the bars, holding a tray of food in front of him."Well, Lisa, I'm glad to see you've finally controlled yourself. I've brought you some breakfast. Nell prepared it especially for you," he added, opening the small trap door and pushing the tray through the narrow opening.Lisa cringed and backed away as he inched the tray in her direction, extending his hands and arms as far into the cage as the open passage would allow. He lifted the chrome lid. The threats of the local opera company's management and a bunch of its politically connected backers, their pleas, the loud legal noises made by the lawyers Marilyn and Sam hired for us, nothing would budge them. One Tosca date and then another passed, and another and another until they'd all gone by, and still we were "material witnesses." To what, they declined to say—"national security," they excused themselves.I never saw either Brown or Smith again, we'd been bumped higher up the food. Amber.She threw the now empty cup on the floor. "You," she said. Then she sawJessica. "Jess?" Now you're stealing my friends? Bitch," Amber yelled. The crowed startedto quiet and turn to us. The room was spinning. This wasn't good."It's not like that Amber," I heard Jessica said."Fucking lesbian cunt!" Amber said pushing me. I almost lost my balancebut was able brace myself against the closet door. Just then someonestopped the music and everyone was watching us."Amber," I said. I struggled to.