" All of the comments that I was overhearing was making mypussy drip. So I decided to really give the men a show andpulled my bikini bottom off o...f my legs. I heard one man say hecouldn't help himself anymore and that he had to "jack off rightthere." Hearing, that I walked over to the fence and told the menthat there was something that I had forgotten to put out forcollection. I turned around and shoved my hot slippery cunt upagainst an opening in the fence boards. I felt several. The, "I'll do anything for my kids," she shouldn't have to and now life will be better for her. I always liked helping good people, but despised the ones who used people. I had that type to deal with now.I watched the tape of them in the motel again. You could tell by their actions that this wasn't their first time together, which wouldn't have made any difference anyway. I knew that from the time she told me she wasn't really pregnant that something was in the works.I made a copy of the tape. I could...”“Like hell we can’t,” he counters before nipping at her neck. And before she can protest again, Yulia feels his hand leave her breast only to reappear a moment later after reaching up under her shirt. He quickly pulls the cup of the bra down and allows her breast to spill out into his waiting palm. While his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple gently, his other hand trails down her body and reaches between her legs to rub her softly through her pants.“I do not understand...” Yulia. Ten feet out on the stone patio were two heavy metal posts, with a taught chain running between them. The chain was four or so feet above the ground. On her knees was a prisoner; her big new steel nipple rings were locked to the chain. The fresh two-inch nipple rings embedded deep behind each stiff nipple still showed spots of blood. I am sure they were inserted with out anything given for pain. It was the little rebel I had seen brought in on my last visit to the General. She still had on.