In that order. She breathes in and out a few times, lost in thought, the grin gone but her eyes full of mischief. Each time she exhales, I notice thos... substantial breasts stretching the tight cotton of her black and white striped dress. I’m sure I can see her nipples pressing through. She’s not wearing a bra. “So are you coming?” she presses. I’m stunned into silence for a moment. Do I really want to accompany my best friend – the girl I grew up with - to a strip club and watch as she gyrates. "I'm not a fag," he growled."Now now, Martin. Must not talk like that. There is nothing wrong withbeing a fag," she said. "You seem very upset right now. What's wrong?"she asked looking as if she cared about his answer."What's wrong??? What is wrong??? Are you serious lady? I've beendrugged and kidnapped and I'm being held against my will, and for what Idon't know. Look at me, I've been violated and my balls were shaved byyou guys. Look what you and your perverts did to me. You then painted. We’d need a good market analysis. I wanted to price our units just above what would be average for them. I wanted us on the high end of the scale. The craftsmanship of the restoration to original condition was way above the work that most new units had. Nowhere else could you find 1900s era housing that was in mint condition. I could sell these units.“He what?” Lily screamed when I told her about my meeting with Jim. “I will go bitch on his ass!”“I can do this, Lily. I will make a million. We were like two horny teenagers in this moment, hormones and desire. He had his pants open and even though he was still wearing his boxers I saw the outline of his cock. I reached out and touched it, he shivered, moaned again. Not long now and he – and his cock- would change. I wanted to go down on my knees, to taste him, but he held me by my shoulders. My owner just looked at me, an unreadable expression on his face.“Don't be afraid,” his voice was low and hoarse. I frowned again. I wasn't.