Again, there were no tan marksthat covered her wide full breasts, the areola and nipples a light reddishcolor, the latter standing straight out. She ...pulled the shirt the rest ofthe way over her head, her blond hair spilling down across her shouldersand back. The look in her eyes was one of pure lust, most likely just asintense as my own. I took her hand and led her into the shower, turning it on. She helpedme strip out of my clothes while the water warmed up, her hand jacking mycock back. “Look,” Foster continued, “you’re welcome to stay and witness this, but it’s not going to be pretty. If you’d rather wait outside…”“I’ll stay,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I’m a curious guy.”“Okay. Let’s get started then.”At the other end of the building was a small jail, maybe eight feet by 10 feet. I noticed two things about the floor of this jail: there was a large pentagram painted on it, and it was littered with human skeletal remains. We wheeled the girl into the jail, unstrapped her. "Kneel down then you can take the blinders off," she said.As instructed, I knelt, removed the blinders, and my eyes grew wide. Sid was lying in front of me, on her back, totally naked with her knees cocked, and her feet flat on the floor. Her legs spread almost impossibly wide, whipped cream covering her pussy, and circling her areolas. A cherry was nestled in the center of the whipped cream that covered her pussy. Meg laughed and said, "How's that for a dessert Steve? A Sid Sunday."I turned to. "Shit girl!" said the thug who had the baseball bat, "Why are you fighting? Stop fighting us!" Yeah! We don't want to fight. We want to play!" said the other thug.Alyssa hung her head trying to regain her breath as the two thugs felt her up.The collapsed carboard boxes came alive as the thug leader crawled out of it with his knife. "Looks like you messed with the--" he was about to say, but suddenly Alyssa sprang back into action. With one foot to the left, she kicked the thug in the groin. He.