He asked for a hand job
"Just tell me your name, little bitch…""Ana…" I blubbered, almost in tears."Well, Ana… you have no other choice to take...” He said.I kept sobbing quietly, as he held his knife to my throat and held my arm trapped behind me in a hammer lock, almost hurting me.He had pulled me into that dark lonely alley from the street.I was jogging trying to reach a nearer park. My full boobs were covered by a tight sweater, my long shaped legs in black yoga tights. But then I realized I had missed the right...