I walk back to the den with the camera following me. I sit back down on the couch and open my robe up. I start to rub my tits through my nightie an... reach down to play with myself. I am working my fingers in and out of my wet opening when Steve walks back in the room to tell me that he fixed my problem. I tell him I have another problem that needs fixing. He takes one look at me and drops his tool belt and says he know how to fix that too. I stand up to help him pull his t-shirt off and I. She was again nodding; desperately looking into his eyes. Her thoughts were frantic."Anything; anything for fucks-sake GET ME OF THIS THING!!"The maniac understood."Goooooooooood!" It drawled both women hearing the first understandable noise from its bloated lipped mouthHe picked up two large dog collars attached to lengths of chain. He clipped one around Bianca's neck and with a pair of pliers made sure the metal buckles were locked in place. Now even the young woman's desperate fingers could. The next building was a squat, dirty green two-story with grimy windows and a smell half-way between second-hand semen and a spilled bottle of cheap perfume, the sort someone might use to disguise a cesspool.Two or three Mexican women with furtive eyes were stringing fresh-washed sheets on a line.The taxista went up to one of them and asked if this was La Casa de Los Angeles."Si." The woman, swarthy with the high cheekbones that revealed much Indian blood, walked away and began to hang laundry. I do know what to say about part of it. If I have to provide sex to get a signature on a contact it will never happen and the customer can stick the contract up his ass. The same goes for providing sex for promotions or raises. I'll resign before that ever happens." Okay then; that leaves bent over your desk, connecting doors on trips together or staying at home and having your babies." None of that is going to happen Pauline. I'm a married man and until I'm not I won't cheat on my wife even.