"Catherine hung her head, unable to look her friend in the eye."Am ... am I really just a whore?" In one sense yes, in another sense, not at all. You ...ove the sex with Alexandra and even now you can't stay away. You do whatever she wants as long as she'll screw you. So are you a whore? A whore for sex, definitely, but certainly not in the conventional sense. You don't want to be fucked by just anybody. You want to be fucked by Alexandra and that fifteen inch weapon of hers." But, my God, I'm. " She got up and hugged her black sex toy, who threw her arms around her neck kissing her."That's great Marg, thanks," Doris Said. She came around the desk, kissing Diana on the cheek while groping her fleshy rear end. "So we'll see you at the show and don't forget dinner at my place tonight. By, by, I got to run." She left and they sat down on a couch, hugging."Do you now why we're going for dinner at Doris's house tonight?" Diana smiled and kissed her Mistress on the mouth and then she shook. "You're no cop," Andrea said.Andrea forced the woman up against Hank's car with the pistol at herneck. "Who sent you?" Andrea demanded."Go ahead and kill me. I'll just be brought back," she saidcondescendingly.Andrea gave her a weird look. "What if I just blast off a finger one-by-one?" Andrea asked.The woman looked at Andrea fearfully. "There was a Sixth Day Violation afew years ago. My boss is the richest and most powerful man in America.He went on a ski trip using your company, but he. They were all whores though you would never tell at first glance, elegantly dressed and discreet in their makeup the only hint one might have was that they were all very pretty. The woman on the armchair was particularly beautiful though older than the other three. I wanted you here, the woman said, to celebrate a good year. You three are my best girls and one of you will inherit Black Rose when I retire, Retire? one of the others said, an Asian beauty not past her twenties you cant be.