Amanda rolled over on her back; then sat up. The legs of her tiny pink shorts gaped to show a bit of her plain white panties underneath as she strained to push herself up with her manacled hands, her soft, milky white legs straining to steady themselves against the ground.

Abigail and Hannah rested their cheeks on the hot ground, both girls wincing slightly as the hot sand burned their delicate cheeks. Miriam sulked but pressed her nose to the ground, the soft flesh of her plump ass wiggling in her tight trousers. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to hold her soft arms above the burning sand, the flesh of her arms tensing slightly as she did so and her ass clinching.

Amanda was now struggling to position herself to stand. If only those small, white hands were loose. It would be easy, but plasticuffs tightly bound her slender wrists. She struggled awkwardly. Finally with a lurch she got to her knees; then unsteadily rose to her feet to face Jason.

Miriam was having second thoughts: maybe sweating on the hot ground was better than the humiliation of standing in front of this beast. But, the shade was inviting.... she walked slowly very much aware of Jason watching her. His eyes never left her soft legs. The white flesh shifted ever so slightly, not quite jiggling like Miriam's, as her snow-white thighs rose and fell.

Miles away, Korah snuffled alone, cuddled in a painful ball in the back of Big Bob's patrol car. Bob came back out shortly with a large Indian woman in scrubs pushing a wheel chair..................she watched them approach. As soon as the door was opened, she looked weakly at Bob, her brown eyes wide. "Please talk to me, sir. Just say something. Please."