You should have heard the story Tracy gave her husband as to why she had to be away on their anniversary weekend." What movie star?" I ain't that dumb... Maybe star is stretchin' it a bit. But she's been in several movies -- most of them with her clothes off."What else can you tell me about being a pimp?" Well, one problem is other pimps tryin' to move in on your territory. They try to take your ladies away from ya. You know, offer a better cut, tell 'em they'll treat 'em better and such, but my. I could smell that on her too. And she’d never been fucked how she’d fantasised. That was the difference in our generations. I was seventeen and had already begun searching out my depraved needs - hers was the generation where porn meant fat men fucking thin chicks, just so men could get off without feeling insecure. Women's needs or wants? Pah, go fuck yourself! So she’d sworn off guys a long time ago. Who could blame her?But suddenly here was a guy who’d do it properly. She sensed it. Women. I had asked to see him and had been told six o’clock and now the place was deserted. I reckoned I knew what to expect! ‘About my letter sir,’ I queried. ‘Ah yes, the letter,’ he mused sitting behind his desk with fingers pointed together as if in prayer. ‘Do you think you deserve it, Nikki?’ ‘I think so, Sir,’ I said nervously. Not to get it would be unthinkable. ‘I’m not so sure,’ he said, in truth it was probably no surprise to me. ‘How badly do you want it Nikki?’ Now that was a. Helen had been wronged and was being defiant because she should be. After all, that was how she and Rachel were brought up. They were taught to do what they believed was right and not to be browbeaten into doing something else. So Ann bit her lip, stood up, and, looking at Helen, said, “You are right and I am wrong. You should spank me, and I need to learn from that spanking.” Helen felt as elated as when Emily had agreed to be spanked. She knew this was different as Rachel was her friend and.