She'd been in my class at high school but left at sixteen to go to work. Since I'd seen her last she'd filled out considerably. At school she was fair...y plain and what the teacher's would say, 'a good B stream pupil' intelligent but not in an academic way. Her companion at the counter looked a few years older but I did not recall seeing her before. I managed get Sarah to serve me."Good morning Dr. Meeks, what can I get you?" Oh you are formal this morning Sarah Larkins. Is it still Larkins?". ”“How do you collect the money then?” I asked.“Full of questions tonight, aren’t we, Blondie? He wires me the money. People have their ways. I can bet on sporting matches outside of the country if I want. There’s always a way to get money to people.”For all of my ex-husband’s shitty attributes, he abhorred pseudo-legal pastimes such as gambling and betting. He also claimed to hate secretive business dealings. I remember his impassioned rant to me of a businessman who got caught on a number of. Each one of the guys got off either in our mouths or on our chests. Cum was dripping from my chin as I swallowed the cream. Most of the cum was in my mouth, compared to Sally. I watched her as she swallowed some of the cream and gagged on the most part of it. I told her it was cool, that she didn't swallow all. The guys liked it just as much.Everyone got cleaned up, Scotty let the guys out the door , then helped me put the store back together. Sally stood there watching the tv for a. It’s an obedience collar, alright, used to train naughty, wild bitches into submission, to let them know forevermore who their master is. In fact, I’ve used this one on two of my dogs to tame them, and now it will serve to break in a third. As he came closer to where she was sitting, he held the collar up to her so she could see it in detail. The worn leather was stained with dried dog saliva, and here and there tufts of rough fur sprouted from its dirty circumference where it had gotten caught.