“Why is the price 126 dollars?” James asked.Julie's mind raced. Not only would Tom have her fuck this random guy, but James was going to pay for i.... Tom was pimping her.“She knows why the tribute is set at a 126,” Tom answered.Julie looked at the sand. She knew 126 dollars had been the repair cost for the flash. Demurely she said, “It's a 126, because that is what I owe.” She bit her lip. She was not comfortable with this, but she knew she would not refuse Tom. Why could he not be more open. “This is far enough Gwen. I don’t like this, let me up.”Suddenly I feel a hand hit my ass. I kick and struggle. “Cut it out Gwen.”“I am your mistress and you will address me as Miss Gwen from now own.”A couple more well placed hits find their mark on my ass and I suddenly go with the submission. “Spread your legs for me.” I comply without a second thought. I am feeling as though this is where I should be. She knows I am sexually submissive to a man but I never knew I could submit to a. Jenny had the site looking like a car rental site. The Chamber of Commerce had stopped by and left pamphlets to put in the literature rack. There were some magazines on the table that Jenny had bought at the news stand. I loaded the information on each car into the computer and assigned a corporate number to the auto. I scanned the factory build sheet into the file as an attachment along with a copy of the registration card. Each car came with 4 sets of keys. Two sets I hung in the site key. Brushing her hair from Mary's face Beth whispered, I have to go back soon. Please, Mary begged. Don't leave me. Smiling Beth said, never. As she dressed Mary watched her. Beth bent down and kissed her lips. I want you just like this when I come back. After Beth left Mary took a shower. She cried as the water fell on her. How did her body deseave her. As she lathered up her body she thought, how could this be so wrong if it felt so good. Ringing she ran her hands over her breasts. Closing her.