Tell Frank the truth about you

You look not at Frank’s masked face, but at the bulge in his pants. That’s what you need.

-I’m a total slut, mister Robber. I crave to become an unworthy **** of some strong man. That’s why today I gagged and handcuffed myself - in the hope that somebody will enslave me, to ****, humiliate and fuck senseless everyday.

You bet that under Frank’s mask his surprised and stressful face is slowly replaced with a lustful expression.

-And then I came into this bank… and saw you. I really love men in black masks… They look menacing and sexy at the same time. And moreover, they hide your face. And as a **** I don’t need to see a face of man who is using my body.

“What the hell is she saying?” - you hear woman’s whisper somewhere behind you. But it doesn’t matter anymore. You are not acting now. You are not distracting Frank. You just want him. This dangerous man. You want him right now, in the midst of bank robbery.

-I understand that a big criminal like you doesn’t need such a pathetic ****. Yeah, I know it. But maybe… please, could I at least suck and worship your cock?

Frank doesn’t answer, and you understand that he is weighing up the pros and cons. Mr.Tall, the second robber, looks confused.

-Hey, F… I mean, boss, maybe you shouldn’t? What if she has some other intentions?.

But you NEED Frank’s cock, so you are insistent. You slowly rise your hands from the floor.

-What a slut like me can do to a man like you, mister Robber? And my wrists are cuffed, so my hands can’t do anything except touching your cock, if you allow me to…

Frank looks toward the bank’s vault, but it seems Mr.Nervous hasn’t finished picking it clean yet.

-Okay, slut. You have several minutes. Do your job.

Finally! You have already forgotten about Jeremy and his plan, and all you see is a bulge in Frank’s pants, that already became bigger.