A third man walked into the room just then. He was a wiry fellow with tattoos up and down his arms. "Hey Doll...name's Luke." the man said as he whispered in Bella's ear and took a couple curls of hair between his fingers, "You're just my sort of gal...You'll do perfectly for me."<br/><br/>He hunched down behind Bella and fitted his hands over both of her breasts, squeezing and massaging hard, occasionally tweaking a nipple or putting a hand between her thighs and fingering her through the sheer flesh colored nylons that sheathed her legs.