I'd slept another two minutes when a warm, naked body climbed into bed with me."Finish me off," came her purring voice, as a warm breast was pressed t...o my face.I was sucking sweet, warm milk before I woke up enough to realize I'd been had.I sucked that breast dry. Again, I freely admit that I did it voluntarily and intentionally. She was obviously okay with it. But I pushed her away when she tried to give me the other one. She had been trying to wiggle up next to me too, but I kept changing. Black leather cuffs were strapped tightly around her wristsand ankles and a wide steel choker sat snugly on her neck. A large ring hungfrom the front of the neckband encircling a small black stone set in the steel.Dark hair fell forward over her large breasts. She was tired from the danceand the bells hanging from her nipple rings jingled as she regained her breath.The man turned, ignoring the woman, and addressed his seated companion. "How much did he steal?" "The same amount as the last time. I wish that I didn’t have such big breasts, they seem to get in the way,’ Carrie whimpered. Carrie was almost sobbing when she spoke to Brooke so Brooke tried to comfort her, ‘Now Carrie don’t talk like that, you should be proud of your body and your beautiful breasts. There is more to life than cheerleading.’ Carrie soft down on a bleacher as her eyes filled up with tears from her emotional outbreak. Brooke moved over to the bleacher and sat next to her. Brooke put her arm around the sobbing. “I liked your tits,” he replies with a sly grin.A smirk crosses Blondie’s lips.“Everyone likes my tits. What makes you so special?”“Ah, you know, could have been more company than just sitting down drinking on yer own.”Blondie pulls up a bar stool and takes a sip out of the drink.“You leaving or do you want another one?”Grant looks across at her, shrugs and hands her the glass. Blondie calls Mac over and holds up the empty glass, “Whatever he’s having, Mac.”Grant’s whisky arrives and he takes a.