<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/forums/avs/avatar_63981_1528922715.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Miss Kelly's last words to Miss Nikki are chilling ... hands and knees as fast as I can to keep up with Miss Kelly as she drags me across the bar to her friends ... there I'm poked and prodded and pinched ... one of them does a particularly hard twist on my left nipple …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">“Unnnn oh please no that hurts!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… but that too sends a spike of lightening from my tortured tit to my dampening pussy ... must endure! my blouse is removed leaving me bare to the waist ... my skirt and tiny thong follow ... they leave my shoes ... but no cover there ... stand there with my shoulders back as they inspect me ... meat on display ... eyes unfocused to the distance ... what next? …</em></span></span>