Bambi thought ditching home would be easy—she figured her looks and street smarts would keep her fed and safe. But reality hit hard when her desperate hunger led to a failed shoplifting spree at the mall. After a wild struggle with security (where she may have bitten a guard or two), she found herself bound tight in the back office, awaiting the cops.
That’s when Mr. Fitzwell stepped in. A man of negotiable morals, he offered her a deal—no police report, no Case No. 8004404 on her record… just full compliance with a thorough cavity search.
Bambi agreed, relieved—until Fitzwell smirked and unbuckled his belt. “Standard procedure, sweetheart. But I work better… hands-free.” What started as an inspection turned into a deep, intrusive interrogation—one his thick cock conducted far more effectively than his fingers ever could.