Dee sensed she was going to say something and paused asking her what the problem was. Julie stammered out her thanks but Dee asked her again what Juli... would like Dee to do. "Whatever Ma'am wishes," Julie responded but Dee was not about to let Julie get away with that. "Do what?" Dee asked in a honeyed voice and Julie mumbled a response about liking having her ass played with. "No, no that will never do," said Dee as she withdrew the butt plug fully, "You will have to ask properly,". ” She yelled in pain.“Of course, not your little white tramp,” said Donna, gripping her by the hair and pushing her forward on her belly on the floor. She laid two quick kicks on your ass causing her dress to rise over her waist as Diane starting pleading and crying on the floor. Her hands didn’t know what hurt more as she fanatically tried to protect each part of her body from the next onslaught.“Listen to me cunt. If you don’t do everything I say when I say it; I’m going to beat you up so. I stared at the passport. I knew it couldn't possibly be genuine. I hadn't had a passport since I was sent down and no-way would Archie have been allowed to obtain one for me legally. I had to admit though, if I hadn't known better, I would have been convinced it was me in the photo. Maybe it could work. Maybe I could use it to get away from the clutches of criminality that I seemed to be heading for. I knew damn well I couldn't leave the country legally because of my parole conditions, but. " "Of course," she repeated. "Can I get you a drink?" I asked. "I don't drink. Have a nice evening Mr. Spencer." "It's Spencer Dogmeyer." "Have a nice evening Spencer Dogmeyer." Again she abruptly dismissed me like an irritating bug buzzing around her face. At least I had broken the ice and got her to speak. I left her alone and returned to the bar. She was a creature of habit. The next day she sat in the sun with a book wearing the same string bikini. She illustrated the fact that wearing.