Lilly stood still, her panties, thighs, stocks and shoes soaked in piss. — “Are you a virgin, girl?”
— “I don’t know what you mean, sir.” — she lied. She stood there pleading quietly for mercy, as the man approached her, placed the prongs at her wet panties, and looked into her eyes. Finally the last one of them stood up, cleaning his dick into her skirt. Second, wear white cotton panties. — “No reason to waste a good meat.” — said the third policeman, unbuckling his pants. — “I’ll bet it’s tight.” — said David. — “Sir …” — she started to say — “Please …”
But her begging was cut but the man pushing the baton once again painfully deep. He then slapped her two more times, making her lip, and nose bleed. — “Masters.” — she said kneeling in the middle of the workshop. — “Filthy whore.” — said David letting her go and taking few steps back, not to get the piss on his shoes.
