"I aint saying nothing, bitch!" Jeff spat onto Rose's chest leather bound bosoms. She flicked her shoulder length blood red hair back to see the disgusting man's saliva sitting upon her perky, large breasts with her beautiful green eyes. She stretched out her finger, encased in a tight leather glove and whiped it off of her chest and flicked it across the floor. "You little prick..." she muttered, "Now you listen, and you listen good. As long as I have you in here, you're MY bitch... and I assur...

Rose readjusted the possitioning of her breasts, bound in a two piece tight leather outfit. This was Rose's trademark uniform that she enjoyed wearing on all of her assassination attempts. The number was skin tight and made perfect use of her shapely figure. She tightened the back, pressing her breasts together and holding them in place firmly. She pulled up her pants which excentuated her rounded ass and shapely thighs. The pants had a split down the sides from her waist to her ankles, which we...

Rose lay sprawled over the worn old couch in her dimly lit apartment. The loud noises of the busy New York overshadowed that of the television set. Thunder and lightning lashed outside in the stormy weather, the light excentuating Roses large, rounded breasts which lay relaxed against her chest, nipples protruding slightly due to the room temperature given off by the air conditioner. Pouty young lips were at easy and her beautiful green eyes hidden by sleep depriven eyelids. Her hair fell across...