You'll notice that I keep referring to the brokers by using a female pronoun. Though the profession is technically gender neutral, there seems to be a...preponderance of women selling homes. It's like nursing or teaching; there's no rule requiring women, it's just the way the numbers work out. (No, this is neither the time nor the place for a discussion of the 'glass ceiling').Why do women join the field of real estate sales? Some are good salespeople and just like the public interaction. Some. His mother's hair was wrapped in pink curlers.She grabbed her boy and gave him a big smack on his cheek while squeezing the life out of him. "Where have you been for six weeks? Why didn't you call?" Ma, you knew where I was and you had my cell phone number. You could've called me," Travis softly replied.His mother cocked her head towards the kitchen and rolled her eyes in the same direction. Travis caught the inference and nodded his understanding. He watched his mother's face change to wonder. Feeling your balls slap at my puffy lips, hearing how wet I am over my moans and the music makes me gasp, “Holy fuck, Drew.” Goosebumps pop up all over my body as you slap my ass and I clench every time. I whimper, “Please don’t stop, fuck, please, I need you.”You slap my ass harder when I beg, one cheek and then the next. You groan as you watch them bounce before your hand lands on my ass again, two slaps to the right cheek and two to the left. You grab a handful of my hair and slam into me,. Long strings of white goo shot out of the end of his penis like some kind of cannon. When he was done he grinned at her and he zipped himself back up. “Can’t take a chance and have a little one running around,” he laughed as he got to his feet and zipped up his pants. It was clear he was completely pleased with himself. Ophelia just stared and was unable to say anything. “I’ll call you,” he said as he walked out the front door leaving her there disheveled with her best dress splattered with.