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    Heart-Shaped Box, Ch. 39

    Alice beamed at her in response. Damn right. My plans always do. Well, except for the time I bought those chickens and tried to breed them with pigs, so I could sell eggs and bacon together… she trailed off, seeing Kit and Dana looking impatient and bored. Oh, right, I guess you guys were there, huh? Anyway, come on, Dane, lets go home.

    Looking disappointed, Dana asked, Oh, youre ready for me to take you home now?

    Alice rolled her eyes. No, back to your place.

    Danas face lit up, and Kit had to shake her head. Young love, she muttered, watching the lovebirds scurry away, hand in hand.

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    *****, Shane panted, pulling at the handcuffs in vain, hearing the chain rattle as she moved her wrists. She was silenced as Officer Hutchinson lowered a hard nipple into her mouth. Shane licked and sucked it greedily, feeling the heavy weight of the officers large breast pressing down against her face. She stifled another moan as the officers hand continued massing her ***** with her fingers.

    Shane was naked from the waist down, and her shirt unbuttoned and opened, while Officer Hutchinson was nude, her glorious curves revealed to Shanes hungry eyes. Shane, of course, still couldnt move her arms, and found the restriction to be madly frustrating.

    Officer Hutchinson leaned close to Shane and smiled. Whats your favorite number?

    Caught off-guard, Shane said, Huh?

    The officer raised her eyebrows. Wrong answer, honey. You were supposed to say sixty-nine.

    Shane felt her eyes nearly pop out of her head as she realized what Officer Hutchinson was saying, and the next thing she knew, the officer had maneuvered her body over Shanes into the sixty-nine position, her ***** over Shanes face, and vice versa. Shane felt the officers warm breath on her ***** before she felt a slow lick around her *****.

    Her heart racing, Shane attacked the enticing ***** above her face, breathing the scent in deeply as she used her tongue to search the folds and taste the slightly salty juices. Both were moaning as they licked each others *****, their motions in time with one another.

    Shane, thoroughly pissed off and irritated that she could not free her hands to use her fingers, thrust her chin out so that it went between the officers nether lips, using her chin in place of her fingers as best she could.

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