I drove Karen to work and then went off to see a film client. As I drove away I wondered if someone on the same counter as Karen would hear the buzzin... and get curious. I would have to remember to ask Karen when she came home.The day seemed to drag until I received a phone call at 4.30pm asking me to pick Karen up from outside the supermarket. I hastily set off and was soon parked outside the supermarket when I saw Karen being helped out by a laughing Carol. I got out of my car and walked over;. He checked his wallet and found a five dollar bill and found two more quarters near his coffee table. Damn, he didn't want to ask anyone for help but times were desperate. He'd wake up early the next day to see how much money he could get for his books and CD's first and then maybe talk to Marie and plead with her. Suddenly, he remembered that she'd given him $20.00 the week before for gas money since he was the one that drove her everywhere.He jumped up from the couch and ran to his hamper. Bret had a fascination if you will for the exquisitely manicured tootsies of Black women but that was not his primary fetish. Bret had a love for the shapely butts of women blessed with only what could be termed, Afrocentric behinds. He loved everything about them: the way they moved and jiggled when they walked, the way they filled out a particularly tight pair of jeans or swayed beneath a skirt, he loved big, round, sexy black asses. Discretely, he would watch as they walked by, imagining. Next comes a thick leather collar that fitssnugly around her neck, and a chain leash locks onto that. I make her standso that she can experience the newest addition to our collection. I have to admit she is stunning. I'd forbidden her from wearing clothingwhen expecting me, and she stands before me in all her glory. Five-foot-seven,36-24-32, with long red hair creeping from the edge of the leather hood. Fora minute I'm once again dumbfounded by her motivations, about what makes awoman like this.