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“That's enough skanks ! She's with us.” Cherry said as she pushed through the crowd of desi streetwalkers and put her arm around Amy, pulling her away from the hookers. Amy was aware of Cherry's hand sliding down her back and giving her left exposed ass-cheek an affectionate-yet-possessive squeeze. Guiding her towards the “strippers” part of the cell (Cherry's hand still on her ass, fondling it), Amy suddenly stopped and began backing up, her hands in a hold on gesture and said, “Look, what happened back in the police car was...confusing, but I'm not...” Amy tried to find the right words, ignoring the pouty, hurt look on Cherry's face as she backed up towards the cell-bars. From behind her, Amy heard, “Wow, Amy...Nice ass !” Amy spun and to her horror, saw that it was Theresa, her rival in HR and she had a smirk on her face as she looked Amy up and down. Theresa was a good-looking woman in her 40's; slim-figured with straight, shoulder length black hair with bangs, high-cheekbones accentuating her long-lashes, ruby-red lips and a mischievous sparkle in her dark eyes. Theresa was wearing a denim jacket, white t-shirt, floor-length western-style brown skirt and dark-brown cowgirl boots. In Amy's opinion, Theresa always had terrible fashion sense. Smiling at the look of shock on Amy's face, Theresa took Amy's picture with HER phone (Theresa must have found it at the strip club) and said, “This'll make quite a cover for the quarterly newsletter”. Swallowing her pride, Amy begged to her rival, “Theresa, thank God you're here, this is all a crazy mix up. The police here are completely incompetent and I need you to let them Indian Porn know that I don't belong here !” Theresa stepped back and looked Amy up and down appreciatively and said, “I don't know honey, you're certainly not dressed business-appropriate, especially for someone who works in HR.” There was a mocking and playful tone to Theresa's voice; she was clearly enjoying this. With desperation in her voice and close to tears, Amy said, “Seriously, I need you to get me out of here, You wouldn't believe the night I've had and the shit I've had to endure.” Looking down and doing something with Amy's phone, Theresa absentmindedly said, “I dunno, looks like you're having a more fun night than I had, cleaning up your mess and getting the clients Indian Sex out of there.” Not liking how much time Theresa was spending on HER phone, Amy was about to ask for it back until Theresa's face lit up and she smiled at Amy with a “Gotcha” look on her face and then said, “By the way ladies, if you're wondering who snitched to the cops, check Amy's call history !” and then tossed the phone over Amy's head and into the cell where it was caught by Cherry. Amy was wide-eyed in horror as she said, “Are you crazy ? Do you have any idea what they're going to do to me now ?” Theresa closed her eyes, smiled & shivered as Ethnic Porn she said, “I can only imagine...” and indian then looked at Amy and said, “Believe me, if I wasn't going to be so busy cleaning your mess, I would stay and watch the show.” and then walked away, with her last words being, “Have fun.” Amy, yelling through the bars, said, “NO ! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THESE CRAZY WHORES ! YOU HEAR ME THERESA !?! YOU FUCKING BITCH, I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS !” Turning around, Amy saw that Cherry & the rest of the strippers were now standing behind her. They looked pissed. Cherry was holding her phone, displaying Amy's call history, which included the call to the police station. Cherry had a no-nonsense demeanor when she said to Amy, “You got us arrested Amy and cost us all a lot of money...” In her babygirl voice (that she hated), with her lower lip trembling and tears starting to well up in her eyes, Amy asked softly, “You're all going to rape me aren't you ?” Cherry smiled a predatory smile and replied, “Oh yeah sweetie. Big time.” and then they were on her. Her tongue snaked out to have a lick, Evan’s mouth opened but nothing came out. Sonja Indian Porn seemed to have the same idea I was having. “It makes you wet that I'm strong,” I growled. His dick felt so marvelous as it erupted his sticky white cum into poor dead Lynette's vagina. Let me think about Indian Sex it. Tell him how I make you feel.” Sister Julia kissed my neck as I rested my head on her shoulder, stretching my body, presenting it to her, begging her to run her hands over what I was giving her, over what she owned. They both looked, no scars, no bandages, no stitches. 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