Why did I do it…? Winona thought in her sad state, what was so special about those shoes? Winona was morbidly depressed. She was not allowed to leave her house just in case she might flee. I would do anything to not go to jail, anything.
"Why me?" Winona interrupted her train of thought with a simple statement of anguish and sorrow. It was about 9:00 at night and she was watching T.V., she had been following the news for opinions on if she would be going to jail or not. If only there was a way to change the jurors' min--. The news just started cutting short her thought. A news anchorwoman came on, but she was already talking when the news stations logo went away. … -e have been following this news story for a few weeks, Gregory Zuckerman, what do you think will happen to Winona? The camera cut to a fifty year old man with a receding hairline. He was wearing a bow-tie and generally looked like a geek. Well Jessica, Winona is obviously guilty, nobody disputes that, but what will be the punishment? I say she will be going to jail an--. The news cut off and as if the channel had changed, the screen cut off from the show to reveal a man with his face blackened, to prevent his identity from being reviled. In a garbled voice he spoke,
"Winona Ryder, Jail bound." The man said, his voice firm. "Winona Ryder, Jail bound." He said that again, Winona was dumbfounded.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Winona was furious; her sadness had turned into an angry tempest. Just as she said that, the phone rang. "Hello?" The dial tone of the phone was all she heard.
The T.V. was the center of her focus again. She crept closer to the T.V., What the hell is this? She repeated her rant in a more quit more subdued tremble in her mind. The Man was not done with his "monologue".
"Winona Ryder, Redemption." The screen went blank, then in a loud voice that could have made God blush, the Man made his point. "WINONA, YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL, I HOLD THE POWER TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN. REDEMPTION IS POSSIBLE, BUT YOU MUST DO AS I COMMAND."
"Redemption, it can't be..." Winona's voice trailed off into a whisper. Her mind raced, she thought of all the things this man might want her to do, she was well off. Maybe this sicko wants money, yea it has to be that.
"Winona, meet me at 1298 West Alberto Street in San Jose, and bring $10,000." The man's voice was yet again in a firm, scary tone.
She had to get $10,000, and had to get past the police men making sure she didn't flee. Winona had an idea; she had to "persuade" the guards. I can't believe that I am going to do this, so much for pride. She was a pretty woman. Her hair was dark black. It perfectly suited her pale white, milky skin. Speaking of milk, her breasts were the perfect size, they were a c cup. They were not like supermodels breasts. Her breasts were not firm and perfect, but just normal enough to make a man's cock pulse and harden. Her figure tapered down and out, she had wide hips and a nice size ass. To top it all off, her legs were to die for; a man could caress them for hours and not get bored.
"What am I going to wear?" She had a wide collection of clothes to choose from to make this guard cry in passion. Finally, she settled on a white t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. The shirt was cut to show her cleavage, and the shorts ended where the curvature of her ass began. She put them on without panties and a bra. She walked outside and confronted the guard.
"Miss Ryder, you must not leave the house, please go back in side and… and… what are you doing?" The guard that spoke was the definition of the average guy. He was white, about 5"11, and a very average figure, in other words, Winona would not fuck him unless she had too, and this was such a situation.
Winona was standing in front of him. Her eyes gleamed with a shinning glow. She gently caressed his body. Her hands started at his chest, and eventually went down to grab his balls through his pants. She looked like a desperate whore looking for sex, but she was desperate and nothing but. I hope this guy isn't too demanding. I might have to drink his jism. Is it worth it? Winona knelled in front of him. Her hands reached for the zipper. She realized that her hands were shaking as she unzipped his pants. What am I doing, this is wrong. Her thoughts switched from regrets to making excuses about blowing his cock.
A big gulp broke the silence, it came from Winona, but not much would be escaping her throat this evening. She finished unzipping his fly to reveal a 7 inch cock. It hung limp in the air, it was the very definition of an average penis. Winona really didn't have a choice. It was gradually getting hard and she really wanted to get his over with. She took the cock into her mouth. The tool grew in Winona's mouth as she sucked the head of his cock. Winona, always wanting to achieve, decided to take his entire penis in.
"Umm!" Winona gurgled.
Her cock sucking mastery was obvious; her loud, lewd, slurping noises were very loud. Winona continued to bob. She was enjoying this, the thought of controlling whether a guy got off or not turned her on. Her left hand was free to do what she wanted it to do. She gently flicked her clit.
"Oh God!" Of course, that's what it would have sounded like if she didn't have a cock in her mouth, with it, it sounded like a muffled grunt.
