"You cannot frighten me with your empty threats and lies. You have no power over me any more."A low growl ran through the air surrounding the woman."M... petite belle, I have power over you ... have you forgotten? I am a part of you. You gladly welcomed me into your heart and here I shall stay!"Violently shaking her head in denial, Christine turned and twisted as she tried to locate the source of the voice."No! No, you were never me; you used me for your own twisted purposes!" As I recall, you. She asked if I happened to take out the SIM card first, "Umm, no, should I have?" She laughed, "We'd have been able to transfer everything off it if you had." Then she had another thought, "Can you still get it, from the garbage?"Naturally garbage pickup day is Monday morning, which I explained to her. Just my luck.It takes forever to buy a new phone and get it set up. Between waiting for other customers (at nine in the morning?), deciding on a phone, and getting it set up, I was there for. "There, you are, Alexandra, lovely and naked for me. You have a beautiful pussy, so soft and furry." he spoke softly, stroking her. "And you're so wet inside," he said dropping the pretense of the naïf as his fingers massaged her labia."Slow down, darling," she pleaded, starting to feel herself loosing control."Why slow down, Alexandra? Your pussy's juicy because you're in a hurry to be fucked. Let me get my hand in there, where you want it, in your cunt. I'll finish getting you ready for a. She was 25, born in London, awoman who'd moved to America to pursue an acting career she never reallyexpected to have. With her dark hair, pale skin, and beautiful big blue-grey eyes, she'd bring to mind actresses of old; Hepburn, Taylor, and soon. She'd be the classic English beauty, with just the right amount ofvulnerability and humility; a quiet girl with a crisp accent and a readysmile. Witty, open, and polite, she'd be a delight for interviewerseverywhere, and a hit with everyone she came.