I tell Chelsea to invite Christine to a shopping stroll and meticulously follow my instructions.They walk in Paul shop, Chelsea pick up a few items a...d put them in her small bag,then ask Christine to pull down from a high shelf a 1300 dollar mobile phone and ask her to momentarily place it in her big bag as Chelsea bag is full,then she move to the water dispenser,ten seconds later Christine join her,Chelsea ask for the mobile,gets it and puts it in her small bag.Then says''Your bag is so. 'You get exactly what youwant. Just take it. Use me as your slut, your sex slave. Just do whateveryou want.' This got him harder and his face took on a much more confidentexpression as he told me that he wanted me to be his sissy bitch.I slid down on my knees in front of him and pulled off his shoes andpants. He had a very big and thick cock. I stroked it and felt it get hardin my hand. I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking it and lickingit. He moaned and called me his bitch. 'Suck. ‎‎”‎I think I can get them in my box truck. We might have to make two trips but I can get it done,” he suggested.‎‎”So how much do you want to do the job?” I asked.‎‎”A tank of gas,” he said. “These packing cases are for the homeless right?”‎‎”That’s the plan but that may not work out,” I admitted.‎‎”Why don’t you meet me at Ellen’s Cafe near the highway Friday at eight. You can buy breakfast,” Tommy demanded.‎‎”Okay, I guess I can leave my DUV there while we go pickup the cases,” I. There she was, a very clear close up of her face, in three-quarter view, her eye moist, with a single teardrop formed in the corner, frozen in that moment before the surface tension burst and launched a stream down her cheek. If it had been anyone else but herself, she conceded, it would have been … well, beautiful. As it was, it still took her breath away, in that instant, revealing too much emotion. Too personal, that shot, way too personal. ‘Beautiful … isn’t it?’ he said. Carol noticed that.