Connie........you can't possibly buy me underwear!" sheexclaimed as she trailed behind.Ms Thornbury stopped, turned around to face Cherry."Do you seri...usly think you can tell me how to spend my money?" shechallenged Cherry.Cherry averted her eyes "Well of course not Connie, but I..." MsThornbury cut her off."Good, then we understand each other. So if I want to buy a friendsomething then that is just what I will do," she turned around once againand started to scan the racks for something that. Red lacquered nails adorning graceful ring laden hands reached elegantly across, firmly placing the deck upon the table's translucent surface.They had served her well, time and time again, these old friends of hers, yet never was she able to suppress the slight tingle of anticipation as she prepared. Mindful of the forces she now would again dare to evoke.Spreading then the full Seventy-eight cards face down in a majestic fan across the surface before her. Before, without pause a single card. I was to call him master at all times. He didn't want to know my name. I was his slavegirl and that is how he would adress me.He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. There was a king size bed with no bed posts, but several electic cords had been tied to the frame of the bed. The sight of it made my pussy gush a little more and my clit started to swell. "Lie down in the center" he said."Shouldn't I... " I started. "NO TALKING!" He snapped at me.It was scary! And it got me all hot for him. He. Then there was the crime. His store had been burglarized three times and once they had even taken several of the animals whom he had worried about much more than the money taken from the cash drawer.There had been muggings over the years, but he had been lucky in that respect. He nevertheless unconsciously quickened his pace a bit."Hi, Mr. Branham," came the sweet voice from the corner.The prostitutes had moved in a few years ago when the neighborhood had begun to deteriorate. A lot of the long.