She looked just like her mother except thinner and younger. Disha wore a sleeveless shiny silvery top that fit loose on her chest that showed some cle...vage. She didn’t have the big boobs of her mother yet. On that, she wore blue jeans mini skirt with pink high heels. Her milk-white legs were completely exposed as she walked close to us. I didn’t say it but she was looking like this, “Disha is destined to be fucked tonight and I would gladly join that party.”​“Look who is here”, chachiji. In the five days while we were waiting on the Royce I shopped away nearly fifty thousand dollars. Dresses, blouses, slacks, underwear ... shoes ... lots of shoes. Clothes for Charles ... and clothes for his alter ego ... Chuck.Add to that the twenty grand I spent on the Roller: Brakes; new drums, relined shoes, rubber lines, stainless metal lines. The mechanic showed me the almost rusted through old lines and had me poke an icepick through the?metal?. I snapped in half one of the rubber lines.. "Feel better?" she asked."No. I need you more than ever, now."Midala smiled. "If you wish me again, then there's something you must do for me." Anything!"Midala fished a necklace out from underneath her dress. It had a small silver sword hanging on a simple chain, also of silver. She took it off and held it in front of him. "Take hold of my talisman. Renounce your god and swear allegiance to my goddess."Lodos reached out and grabbed the talisman. "I swear to devote my life and soul to the. She drew me a hotbath, and I gingerly lowered myself into the sweet-smelling water,moaning with pleasure, feeling the waves of physical joy rolling throughmy body. I dunked my head, washing all the filth off my head and face,taking no small amount of pleasure in it, but feeling a bit sorry aboutwashing off the traces of my degradation. I've realized that I amaddicted to it, and from now on I'll be a dirty horny whore every chanceI get.I was so exhausted that I was barely able to move. Alice.