They'll do girl-on-girl action, and you can fuck either one of them, but they won't do anal. Not without a contract."Anthony grinned at hearing the mo...her's words. This is going to be easier than I thought, he gloated silently. One little advertisement in the paper, and they come rolling out of the woodwork."I'm sorry," Anthony improvised. "There won't be any contracts given out today. This session is purely for me to gather information about the girls. Any offers will be made at a latter time. . he LIKED being Veronica. "No," he whispered, "it's like I WANT to be Veronica. Want it more than anything." He smiled. He tossed his hair. He stuck out his hip. "God," he thought, "I am one hot mama." He looked towards the bedroom. "Hotter than Little Tits in there," he thought smugly, "But who the hell isn't?" He squared his shoulders, gave his big, beautiful breasts a squeeze, and walked into the bedroom. Betty smiled nervously at her friend as she came out of the bathroom. "So..." she. ‘Make sure you’re there. I’ll be looking for you in the stands.’ And then she left. ‘What was all that about?’ I asked my hypocritical mother. ‘You keep saying how much you hate lesbians, and you were just eating Ms. Kwon’s pussy out like you were starving for it.’ My mother marched up to me angrily, until her giant breasts were staring at me in the face. ‘I do hate dykes. What’s the point of having a cunt if don’t get it stuffed with a fat cock? But I hate niggers too, and that doesn’t stop me. It had a sense ofclassic elegance that I loved.I paired that with with a black, long sleeved, cashmere sweater and Iwent to get Mae ready for shopping.She was still sleeping when I entered her room."Mae," I sang, softly. "Mae Mae, honey, it's time to wake up."She blinked her long eye lashes at me. "What time is it?"I smiled. "Nine thirty, honey. Come on. Nana's going to come over ateleven. We need to get you ready."She smiled as she remembered that she was going shopping, again. She satup on.