“Detective Jones, this is Mrs. Carlisi.”He stood and welcomed me.“This is my friend Diana O’Dell. She has some things to put into the report.�...�“Please sit down and let me get my recorder ready.”“You don’t type that fast?” Deb said with a chuckle.“I most certainly do not. I’ll record our conversation and make notes. Then I’ll turn it over to another that will type it up.”“How soon will I get a report number. I have an insurance agent holding up the process until I have that number.”“I’ll see that. I hope you learn to say it."Nat said, "You will regret that. When he can say your name, he'll be after you all the time." Never thought of that! However, if he's going to stay with me, we have to call each other something." He mastered 'Mama' at an early age and hasn't stopped using it."When Nat drove away, Ashley felt certain emptiness; a kind of vague feeling of really being alone. Then, Wu stood wagging her tail and looking hopeful. Ashley thought, "We ate, but she was sleeping. She hasn't. “Now, get on the bed on your hands and knees,” she instructed as she helped get Sandy in position for her to fuck her. “Now, since you can’t talk, I’m going to fuck each of your holes until you cum. Understood?”Sandy nodded. Her breathing had gotten labored. She was aroused more than she had ever been. “If you need to stop, just push forward and lay on your stomach; I will stop then, understood?” Sandy nodded.Sandy felt the bed sink as Miss climbed onto it and got behind her. Then she felt. She had been "recruited" in response to the demand for dancers after Zubeydeh's striptease. The African recruiter in London had taken the request and the offer of double the usual fee without giving it much thought and had bent his mind to where the best dancers in London were to be found. The answer from what he considered an impeccable authority was the Chandos pub in Trafalgar Square and it was there the 'rich African Prince' as he took care to appear, found a young up-and-coming member of.