??Well, isn't that precious? Then we start simple. Panties and bra. Doyou own any???My dancers do. I, uh, brought some stuff home.??Then let?s get sta...ted.??Bitch???Excuse me???Can you call me a bitch???Um, sure, Lauren. Now get your fat ass into the panties, bitch.??Ooooh. Thank you, Bonnie.?It was a different stripe of ownership. Lauren was hiring me as aguide, as a mentor, to his own feminine desires. Hell, that worked. Ihad spent so much time being scared with my previous owners that. Mr Jones got up and give her a hand shake and asked her to have a sit on the coach and relax . he offerd here a drink and she said no think you I have to drive him. Mr Jones asked what brought her here. and salma told him about Larry and how he really needed this Job. Mr Jones said salma I am really sorry but this one may cost us a 1.2 mil dollar account. She teared up and said I now he is really sorry sir please there has to be something. mr Jones just smiled and did not speak for a few min. He leant her forward while her thumbs were untied. The blood flowing back to her hands caused her some pain. The van began to rock as it left the metalled road for a rough track. After another twenty minutes or so it crossed a cattle-grid and shortly after it came to a sudden stop."Do your face up, cunt!" snapped Bernie, handing her the make-up compact from her handbag. In the dimness of the van she used the small mirror to reapply some lipstick and mascara. It was difficult, trying to work,. I told him about our marriage and how she enjoyed the occasional other partner. You could almost see his mouth water as I went on. You should find an excuse to spend some time with her. She's really nice after hours and if she ever starts drinking, you won't have enough guys to keep up with her, especially if they ever touch her breasts, even by accident. They're so sensitive that they instantly turn her on, especially if she's drinking. He just looked at me in surprise. Mostly by telling him.