I think we’ll get it off them soon, though. In the meantime, we have cheap labor, an existing factory, and a first order for our clothing before we�...�ve even opened the doors!” Thomas Cyning was as happy as the rest of them. Partly, that Fergie had cut him in on the deal. Between the two of them, even with a translator between them, they had brought about an agreement that would profit the partners upward of a hundred million a year. In ten years, Thomas could see that number soaring to the. The ones she found most intriguing and heartwarming however, were the ones from her fellow celebrities. Messages of love, support, and even adopting her lifestyle changes. Her best friends in her squad, fellow musicians, actresses, models, comedians, and more all said that she had convinced them that her truth was indeed THE truth. She put the phone down, the lack of bright screen darkening the room, as she went to her new favorite pastime… being nose deep in her boyfriends big black nuts. She. "As for the rest of him?" I shrugged half-heartedly. "Something's bothering him. When I was recovering, he stayed almost oppressively close." I hadn't minded; I'd been afraid he'd be taken from me again if he left my sight. "But he still won't re-open our bond and I feel like he's avoiding me, if not physically, than emotionally. I don't know what to do," I finished in a painful whisper. It hurt to be shut out originally, but this was worse. He was where he was supposed to be, except for in my. She chuckled at the return text and looked over at me. "Pull down your shorts," she said. "Why?" "She wants to see your pussy." I pushed my shorts mid way down my thighs and let Lily snap a phots of my pussy which she then sent to Beth Crawford. She read the follow up text: "Love feckled pussies," she said with a chuckle and wrote back: SO DO I. "Okay we're good to go over about eight. He'll pick us up, " Lily said and snapped shut her cell phone and tossed it back into her purse. "I.