Stacie’s eyes overflowed with tears and she sobbed at the realization that her parents would never see her again. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the tattered remnants down her trembling thighs, before ripping off her panties. x video She headed to her car, a white 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a dark alley in front of mine. “Who said you were ever going home again?”, I leered. “Please! Stacie was wearing a white ruffled blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few inches above her knees, white knee socks, and white ballet-style skimmer flats. I came back to my teenage victim, slung her over my shoulder, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the noose.
