The time when neither of them had well-paid jobs was also the time when house-prices were low enough that they might have been able to afford to retur... to the housing market with their current income. Now they were once again in proper salaried employment the elusive goal of home ownership receded once more. But at least there was little chance of the flood waters seeping along Balls Pond Road.Monica was transferred from her school in East London where she'd belonged to an oppressed minority by. I'm in my room Ihad lunch before I left." Okay! I'll call when dinner is ready?" Thanks Mom," I walked up the stairways and moved into my room. I packedaway my stuff before heading towards the bathroom, our house was 2stories high and I had like my own flat in the house except for a kitchenand dining room. Once in the bath I looked in the mirror. My face lookedstill a lot like my old me probably enough that nobody would notice thedifference. Except for the light in my eyes, if I looked close. As it was, he had recognized one person too many.As he got up from the chair Matti wondered if he should take the booklet out and get copies made of the photos, but he quickly decided against it. He knew what he saw in each of them; there was no need for a hardcopy. In a state of shock and confusion, Matti picked up his gym bag of dirty laundry and left the apartment. As Matti was thinking about what he had just learned about Dawn, he didn’t know where to start, or what it all meant to him.. "Oh god! I can see your pussy growing wetter and wetter! You like it, bitch? You like it? You want it?" he was again playing with my mind. I wanted it so bad, nad he knew it pretty damn well. I screamed "YES!YES! I wanna be your sex toy! I wanna be your whore all day!" "Then swollow my cock!I wanna feel it down your throat!" I turned and took the black toy that looks so much like his huge cock and started gaging on it, and running circles on the top of his cock, and tasting it so good. I could.