"Let's say the 'Few' have their eyes open for her, or the car the punks were driving." he said."So what did these punks look like?" I asked."Young, bl...ck and with big guns, or course." Archer was not a happy man."Of course, I don't suppose they were able to pick anyone out of the police photos?" I asked."No but Maxine, can I trust you?" he asked."You always have Reverend," I suggested."One of the clients is an artist. He got a good look at one of them." With that he handed me a copy machine. Almost immediately, I froze. Someone here knew who I was. Oh crap!.“No,” I replied, lying my ass off. “My name is Jamie.”“No,” He replied, “Your name is Jessica and you work in accounting.”Double the “oh NO!" He knew where I worked. Oh my God! I looked up to see if I might recognize the face, since I most certainly was recognizing the male body part standing about three feet in front of me.“George Papadakis”George was a supervising manager at the accounting firm where I worked. He was the last. Making wait a full week was cruel.Maybe he would like me more if I let him.I actually only said no last week because I was very sore anyway after some rough solo play with my rabbit.Everytime I went to the bar Sam would slip his hand up my skirt and play with my ass.I knew people could see but I didnt care.I was loving it. And I knew all the guys there wanted me. I had slept with 4 or 5 of the guys in the bar alreadyDefinitely 4, but I was so drunk with Mike I couldnt remember if we done the. “Quanesha told me that she had found a white slut who might want to pay Black reparations.” Not waiting for a reply, he offered his hand and lifted her up.Kimberly could feel the strength in his arm from this simple motion. Once up he then told her to walk backwards and forward across the room. Kimberly did finding that she naturally swayed her ass more and more, feeling really naughty.“I need to check out the merchandise more closely” Daddy said.Merchandise, Kimberly wondered, But I’m a.