How 'bout a little discount, you know, a group rate? the driver said with a thick Spanish accent."That's the price. If you don't want it, then I'm was...ing my time talking to you," she said standing up. The streets have toughened her up some but inside she was shaking."How 'bout $150 for all three of us?" he asked with a toothy grin."I'll suck all three for $120 but if you want pussy, it'll cost you more." She listened as they talked between themselves in Spanish for a while before another. Taking in her form. Stripping her with just the intensity of his gaze. His deep brown eyes eating into her every rational thought, pulling elicit aches into parts of her that had no right to be aching. Making her mind drift to thoughts of gazing into them as they peaked out from between her quivering thighs.He had taken the seat across the aisle when they had boarded the train, his handsome face drawing her gaze as his grin pulled last the familiar ache that nestled in the bottom of her. “We can go upstairs to my bedroom, ifyou’d like.” “Sure that’ll be just fine.” My bedroom was pretty spacious for a house of its size.In the past, I had the wall that sat between my roomand one of the guestrooms removed to make one verylarge room, it served more then its purpose.I was dressed in a black latex corset with buckles downthe front with a matching latex thong and heels. Shawnaonce told me that she loved for women to dress within ascene but they. Pity! She, Cordelia Chase, the glamorous, golden, Cordelia Chase! Reduced to pity. And she knew now she was a terrible actress. A failure in everything she had tried. All this was bad enough but now she had these horrible visions!Somehow she had to get away. But how do you escape from yourself?The next morning Cordelia was sitting at her desk, her beautiful legs curled underneath her. The door opened and in stumbled Jonathan. She sighed with exasperation. Then she made herself smile, first of.