? The man shook his head slowly. ?No, I don’t want another girl. I want you. And I very much want you to have dinner with me.?Alina started to s...y something, then changed her mind, tapping at the desk in contemplation. ?Please,? the man said.She glanced at him, then at the clock, then back at him. ?It is a long time until dinner,? she said.The man opened his mouth, trying to think of something witty to say. He was coming up deuces. Alina saw his uncertainty and opened her desk drawer,. He sat through the fashion parade. He was not impressed by the majority of models or what they were wearing. The girls all seemed to be inordinately tall and so skinny that they would probably be blown away by anything other than a gentle breeze. Their makeup was plastered on so that one could not really see whether they were pretty or not. As for the clothes they modelled, Hank found it difficult to visualise anyone normal wearing them. He thought that 'creations' was an apt word.There was a. "Oh baby that dick missed you. Suck him good baby. God damn can you suck that dick!!!" I stand and look him in the eye as I kiss him. "I want to be your little slut tonight baby. Make me your slut. Don't stop fucking me until I have no cum left in me." He obliges, slamming me against the truck, onto my belly. "You little slut you. Daddy's gonna fuck you like the little slut you are. Hold onto that truck baby and stick that ass out." I spread my legs and offer my ass. He grips my thighs, and. ?Just imagine, their money-making dancer locked in handcuffs on a customer’s couch???Who!?? Lillian shouts, her hair tossing across her face.?You know who,? I say with a grin. ?What’s the club owner’s name? Bruce??I’m just toying with her now. I already know his name. His number is on speed dial waiting for me to call. But I’m not in a hurry – not with Lillian sitting there in her tight little sweater, her skirt creeping up her creamy thighs. Her distress grows and I can see her mind spinning.