"So sexy you make me wet. My little sissy makes my pussy wet when he does what I tell him to do!" She said in an athoritative voice. "I'm glad...you think I'm a sexy." I said meekly, then added. "And I love it when you tell me what to do." She smiled when she heard me say that. "Good." she told me. "Because from now on I'm going to be telling you exactly what to do. Understand?" She asked. I lowered my head and then told her that I understood. She pushed her dress down so. “Oh, lots of things,” said DeShawn, laughing. “I met her a few weeks ago at the Greyhound depot. She ran away from some farm in…where is it, Iowa?” This last was directed at Crystal.“Minnesota,” said Crystal.“Minnesota. Anyway, she’s been working the streets for me the past week or so. She learns fast, and she fucks like a mink.” Crystal smiled proudly at the compliment.“You know, you really ought to consider working for me,” continued DeShawn. “You’d make a fucking fortune, and I’d keep. Tomas had purchased all the material when we bought the fixtures. The last thing Tomas and Brit did was to change layouts for the windows. He based the new layouts on measurements The Brit had picked up off the net.Tomas ran totally out of materials by 3PM, but I paid him for the full day. The weather was supposed to be good the next days. Just to be safe, I paid him to pick up the thin white pressed board laminate for the rest of the place. The bath laminate had blue flowers on a while field,. Route Sixty-six had been littered with advertising billboards and florescent flashing lights, but nothing like the sprawling, crowded jungle of signs, buildings and cars around LA.We drove past the Hollywood sign on the side of a high hill.“Wow!” Carla leaned forward with her mouth wide open and looked up at it."That's probably the most famous sign in the world.”"I can't believe I'm here. I love movies.”“I do too, but there's a lot of junk made here that cost millions of dollars to make and.