Doorbell!

'BRZZT', you hear the front buzzer ring and look at Tyrone, "Fuck" he muttered, waiting a second then realligning himself, ready to plow into your young pussy.

'BRZZZZZZZT', the doorbell went off again. "Fuck fuck fuck" said Tyrone as he climbed off you again and quickly pulled his pants back on and went to the front of the factoriet.

You squirm and squeze your hand as much as possible to try and fit throught he handcuff, finally with a grunt it slides out and you roll off the bed, a heel slipping off your foot and making a solid click sounding sound on the concrete.

The talking at the door stopped for a second but it started again. You quickly grab your bag and make your way to the back of the factory, looking for another exit.

Tyrone finishing talking to the lawyer at the door before walkign back to his set. "Damn bitch and her lawyers, ah well atleast i got something to realive my frustration with" he said as he throw the 'Summons' to the table before returning to the bed.

"What the fuck!!" cried Tryone, his fuck toy gone. "Oh little slut, where are you" he called as he starting looking around the stage.

You finally find a small door at the back of the factorie and slip out, the factory area was pretty quiet but you quickly run down a small alley, your breast bouncing slightly as you run, as you turn a corner, you notice a group of young boys playing football.

You quickly duck into an alcove and kneel down, opening the bag to change your clothes