?? He moved away and lenton the edge of the dressing table, putting out his hand, palm up. "Jenna, are you my little subby slut?? ?Yes.? Yes Sir.?? Wh...spered.? My nipples ached after their handling, throbbing. ?If you see me with my hand out like this I want to check my little sluts cunt. ?So you need to come over and place your now naked cunt against my palm so that I may feel you.?? I looked up shocked.? ?Do you understand?? ?Yes."? He looked at me.? Eventually.? ?Yes I understand I must put. Huh, he’s staying on my floor too, I observed. He wasn’t wearing the typical ‘hey I’m trying not to be noticed even though I look obvious’ black hoody and sunglasses. He was wearing a fitted burnt orange plaid shirt and snug dark gray jeans. He turned around and took the space beside me. ‘Hey you came,’ he said as he leaned against the wall. What? He actually does remember me I thought to mysef semi surprised. ‘Vegas, New Yeats Eve and a 30 Seconds to Mars show, I couldn’t miss it,’ I. Once again, the girls on my team cheered, we won. As Mike and I got our stuff on and left they all thanked us and applauded and some cheered and whistled.When we got back to Miranda's, Mike split the tip money, took $10 for the Viagra and I would up with over $100, not too bad for an afternoon of fun. He also gave me an envelope with my name on it, he said Sheila kept one for each of us. In it some of the girls had left notes, most of them with thier name, what they had on, phone number and. I think it would go a long way inpaving things over a bit." Mr. Jackson smiled and nodded. "Alright, I'll leave it to youthen." he turned and walked out. Vicki looked at me, "You're going to give up the corner to her?" I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, she had it first, and with the looksshe was giving yesterday, I could feel the storm brewing. Maybe thiswill set things on a better keel. Besides, I'll take the smalleroffice; it's got a real wall on one side anyway, instead of these glassones." She.