Since she had some free time during the day, I encouraged her to find something to which she could lend her talents. Having always been a lover of pla...ts and flowers, she enrolled in a floral design program offered at the local community college. She loved it and seemed to have a real knack for it, bringing home the beautiful bouquets she created after each session.Within weeks after the class ended, she began working on me to finance a flower shop of her own. I was making decent money at that. If I didn’t, and she showed them to the wrong person, she would be in serious trouble. I put them back in the bag and handed them back to Bea. “I tell you later in our room.”She frowned but the serious look on my face must have convinced her to say nothing now. Cora also picked up on my mood and said to Bea, “So how would you like to join us?”I raised my brow at Cora. “Don’t give me that look Bron. You know as well as I do that she is one of your herd now. You have laid your brand on her just. "You want me to decide for you?" Shannon taunted, grinning obscenely as he ground his rock-hard shaft against the tender, sensitive, pink moist slit in Annette's defenseless crotch. "You seem to like the sucking approach... maybe, you'd like to eat a little cock first, eh?" Oh God... !" Annette moaned helplessly. "Fuck it! Go ahead... fuck me, you yankee bastard!" she hissed at him, the fire licking through her loins at the brutal contact with his huge prick, spurred further by her sheer. ‘Yes, it is.’ I smiled. My hair is a rather unruly blonde mess – long but not as long as hers, straw blonde and quite, though I say so myself, glossy. I had tried to tame it over the years but had now given up the unequal struggle and let it do its own thing. She stared at my left breast. ‘Ah, so you’re the Western Times lady. I hoped I might find you.’ I looked down self-consciously at the identity badge pinned to the fabric which covered my braless breast. She wore no such badge so had the.