That's why I'm not to be messed with, and I might be the most badass street fighter in the world cause I have got some mad skills, and no one, I mean ...o one cold take me on even a bad day, witch I don't have so good luck with that happening. There are some things in my life i need to fix but It's going to take a strong women to do them for me cause I'm not going to do them for myself. Just cause I don't have the time or will to change them so if you like working for the man I'm the man you have. She leaned away so I could pull it off, her breast swaying now that they had been let out. I leaned forward and slid my tongue across her nipple, feeling it instantly get hard. She let out a soft moan as I started to flick my tongue across one nipple and lightly stroke and pinch the other with my fingers. I felt her hand lightly trailing up the inside of my thigh, and I was getting wet with anticipation thinking of where her hand was going. She flipped her hand into my lacey underwear and. Claudia had scoured her hands and arms with lemons just before sleeping. To take away the smell of raw beef and peeled prawn. Because he would eat.She woke an automaton. Pulled on bodice and dancing shoes, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders. Step, skip, make a rhythm of stilettos down three flights of stone and out into the still stifling heat. Careful over cobbles, then a dance across the dust, into the blue smoke of the club. Claudia lent across the bar. Endless rows of cocktails hung with. "What do you mean, daddy?" she asked, getting more and more scared."Get in my bedroom," he said, pushing her through the door. Once they were there, he ordered her: "Put off your clothes."She looked at him, confused and scared. Her big grey eyes were filled with tears and she was almost crying. "But, daddy..." she started."I said PUT OFF YOUR CLOTHES."She started crying, but obeyed him, and slowly pulled off her skirt and t-shirt, revealing her perky little tits again.Eric grabbed them.