Sixth Street Stray

An excerpt from Sixth Street Stray

"You like the dames, don't you, charlie?" Nan asked him. She spread her legs and straddled his lap, her chest in his face. "You got your little girlie here. She's a dame, ain't she?" She scraped the switchblade over his five o'clock shadow.

"You like a girl's titties, charlie?" she asked softly. "Little missy ain't got much. She ain't got these." She pulled down her top to reveal her pair of luscious melons.

Next to her, Rosy made a despairing moan.

"How about you, sugar?" she asked Rosy. "You like a girl with a nice rack?" She got up and went to Rosy and straddled her. Her big tits stuck in the girl's face. Rosy turned away, but Nan just laughed.

"You don't like me, sugar?" Nancy taunted. She leaned close and spoke softly. "Believe me, honey, I could make you my very... best... friend." Then she stuck out her tongue and flicked it over Rosy's pink lips while the girl struggled against the ropes that bound her wrists.

"Cut it out!" Pete shouted, but his bonds were just as strong.