“I don’t know, but maybe,” I said. “I’ll ask my lawyer about it when I see him next time.” She smiled, and it was a hopeful smile.“Yes, ...o so, Mister!” she said.Because I had decided to plead out, and because of the strenuous efforts of Mister Jacob Paskin esquire; I caught me a couple of what I considered breaks, small ones, but breaks regardless. I got twenty to twenty-five with the possibility of parole after the minimum time served. The bad news was it would be in max. I was afraid of going. On one hip a holster held a short, single-thonged whip, which dangled half-way down her thigh. She looked superb!On all fours beside her was a mature, large, naked woman with close-cropped dark brown hair framing her attractive, round featured face. Her large breasts - 40-inchers, I remembered from aunty's little black book notes - hung pendulously. Around her neck was a collar attached to a leather leash which aunty held in her right hand."There she is, Neha," said Aunty Puja, in almost a. That meant ladies in dresses and guys in tuxes. I arrived to the party at 5 in the evening in a semi-stunning tux, and she was there greeting everyone. Her name was Jamie, and she was in a magnifiscent stunning white dress. it was strapless and hung around her small breast. I am not sure if anyone else noticed, but her nipples were rock hard and they were showing out of her dress. I nearly blew my load right there. Since her breast were so small the dress was also small, so the dress wouldn't. "I generally get what I want, honey... so let's not get fidgety about it." She moved the finger around the outline of Michelle's lips, tracing them, and moved closer, so that her workout top was nearly touching Michelle's milky breasts.Michelle trembled with anxiety, fearing Rhonda and the unknown consequences of not giving the blonde her way. She gave in, thinking she would endure a kiss and be done with it.She closed her eyes, and nodded, looking down at the floor with trepidation."That's a.