’ ‘Right.’ I agreed, taking advantage of her not looking, I looked around the basement and spotted the yellow sheet of paper on top of the coffe... table. I sidled over to it and picking it up, looked at the list of the dozen items for sale. Next to each were two prices. The first was what was listed in the ad, the second was what he was willing to take. The table and chairs Jasmine wanted was Four fifty and he was willing to take four. I stuffed the paper in my pocket and as Jasmine walked. I could also create a save point if I fell asleep naturally. Sleeping pills didn't work, though.It was slowly beginning to dawn on me that I had no limits, none, nada, nothing.I could go way beyond reasonable limits, and it wouldn't matter an itch.I could, if I wanted to, walk into a classroom full of students and start rapeing away.Money didn't have any meaning anymore. I had already cracked the stock market.What now?Women... and what I could do with them... that was what really mattered. He was always buttering up old Aubrey and once he had even taken credit for some of Bob's work. And he sure had some help from that bitchy little wife of his. Bob ground his teeth as he remembered how she had played up to Aubrey at the company party, her big tits practically failing out of her low-cut dress. The old bastard hadn't been able to take his eyes off her fucking knobs all night, what with the way she kept pushing up against him and simpering. Bob wouldn't be surprised if the little. The White Warriors, young and naive soldiers wear skintight white lycra catsuits, knee length riding boots, white knee length capes and black helmets. The capes cover the girls bottoms and is seen as a sign of weakness. As the Whites are recruited from the convent school their ages range from 16 to 18 years old. The Whites are armed only with riding crops.The Amazonian Warriors, lawless and ruthless they don’t have a uniform instead dressing in rag tag leather skirts and tops, some often go.