The pink top came off just as quickly as the bottoms and surprise, surprise a pink bra held her tits, which were between C’s and D’s. “You reall... like pink don’t you bitch,” Jamie asked a frozen Trisha. After that the pink bra was ripped in half off Trisha’s body leaving her chest completely naked. Now while Tori had real breast that looked fake it was clear that Trisha had a big old set of fake tits. They were almost unnaturally big on her body and were standing up perfectly. Jamie grabbed a. I was careful to lay it down that way," she explained. "You are right and you are wrong," I told her. "You are right about putting it on the table face down after you took out the photos, but you are wrong about the first time when you took out that silly letter you claim I wrote. It was face up then and I read your name on it." "I don't believe you," she answered. "I feel it in my bones that I am right. So we continue with your little game of you the master, me the slave. It might not be all. That thought somehow excites me. I’m a prostitute, a whore, a slut selling my body to a Black john to use me any way he wants. I find being a Black Man’s tramp heart stopping, titillating. I’m his slave for the night. In the elevator we wrap our bodies around each other and kiss, passionately, our hands roaming all over each other, damn the security camera His floor, we exit, walking down the hall way his hand now firmly grasping my ass, my hand tugging at the buckle of his belt. Card key out. Again."Laura flopped back down as her sobs turned into full bawling. It wasn't fair. Bill didn't understand. He wouldn't even try to understand. She cried herself to sleep.**********"I _said_ I was sorry," Bill pleaded across the table. His newspaper, usually in front of him so he could read as he ate, was pushed aside so Laura would see he was serious.Laura didn't look up from her cereal, opting instead to take another bite.Bill shook his head. "Look, what do you want from me? I'm sorry.