This would have everything that Henry needed for another portion of the long winter. He went and bought meats and any fruit or vegetable that wouldn�...t spoil quickly. Even thought this was the dead of winter some farms from the south were less affected by winter. He finished up and headed away from the market area which lay towards the east of the city and headed towards the western area close to the docks. Henrys visits to west Kingston were usually short but he always had at least one reason. I pulled away and told him he was cheeky and gave a smile. Then he asked if I was the stripper. I tried to laugh it of and told him I knew his dad. I went to the bar and got a G&T and a couple of his friends came over to talk. At first apologising for his stripper comment.I said it was ok and quite a compliment really. They said I would make a good stripper, I laughed. They naught me more drinks and even had a dance. All very nice and I admit I liked the attention, liked it a lot, even enough. This was her job, her life. She came to work at five-thirty in the morning, waited tables, collected her tips, and went home to her tiny apartment at two-thirty in the afternoon. There she showered, changed clothes and watched television until it was time to go to bed.On Tuesdays, she washed her clothes, shopped for a few groceries and other necessities of life, and watched television. This was her life. All of her life.The next day was a Tuesday, and she watched herself with a faint tingle of. She caught sight of the picture on my laptop in front of me. It was her pussy with her very recognisable 'runway' of neatly trimmed brown pubes."Where did you get this" She said in an ice voice"P-P-Portugal" I stammered back"You took pics of me while i was asleep?" She said in her very quiet dangerous voice"Yes" was all i could manage back, my fear taking hold.She slowly walked across the room and I was acutely aware of my big cock, which was still so very hard, sticking out the open fly of my.