” He turned and went on back toward the scene shop.Once back at the shop, Wayne found that he was not much in the mood to attend another lecture by ...oop on English poets. Too many projects demanded attention to deal with T.S. Eliot. He sat at the workbench and opened his art box. He carefully unfolded the drawing of the next piece on his project list, Hamlet’s dagger. The drawing looked strangely barren when Wayne looked at it. It was the exact size and shape of the knife his uncle had given. After zipping the last, Anna returned to the first and unzipped her once more; the dainty red-headed girl inside had looked at Anna with eyes full of longing; she knew what was needed. Anna eased one hand between the girl's legs and slipped the tightly fitting dildo back and forth in her sweet little ginger mound. As she lay trussed on her side, Anna inserted the middle finger of her other hand deep into the red-head's anus. Anna smiled sweetly at her as the captive quivered and moaned through. Since assuming the position of manager of the "Velvet Spike", Mikel had already overseen two renovations and three theme changes for the night club. The Russian Mafia, for whom he worked, had given him nearly carte blanche since the club was really a front for their drug and prostitution business and was frequently used to launder money. With the money rolling in hand over fist, the higher ups indulged him in his attempts to keep the club at the forefront of the avant-garde in the city's. She's a sexy, petite Chinese girl ("Chinese-American!" she corrects me every time). She has the best ass and these sweet little tits with nipples that, like, are pokey all the time. We're both sophomores at UCLA. Her parent's are bigtime wealthy, so she is too. She has her own sweet apartment near campus (which is great, because we get to do it whenever and where ever we want! More on that in a minute), a Lexus coupe, designer clothes. The whole rich girl thing. She's cool, though. She's not.