''we smoke on his balconyi was feeling good, his weed was nice and relaxing''i like it here, montreal is nice, away from my stupid family''i learn how...he ran from them without letting anyone know where he wasi tried to ask him why but it seem hard for him to talk about itwe got inside and i look at him say its better I show than talk about it''i may be very wrong about you, but i cant hold it anymore''the tv light upand i saw him on screen i didnt understand because the video seemed to be. However, I also agreed to let Master Mike loan me out. What little make-up I had on last night had long since been ruined.I was bound ass up, sweaty, and there was grit caked between my ass-cheeks. The auctioneer had chosen me last night as his “payment” for working the gate and being a Master of Ceremonies.I was relieved and a little flattered. I had seen some of the ponies on stage get auctioned off to men that they definitely didn’t seem to like. Some of the men may have intentionally bid on. I started to really look at her face then. Oh I had looked at her before and thought she was pretty enough, but in the light coming through my windows she looked .. I’m not sure how to describe it. She was beautiful sure, but it was something more… like an angel? A devil? What? I think it was then I really saw her as a woman. Oh I had noticed she was a woman, but I’d never really seen her as one. Her face was heart shaped, framed her long brown hair, her eyes large and spaced widely apart. She. The sport-shirt was buttoned only halfway, revealing enough of his well-muscled chest to remind her of his strength. The shirt wasn't tucked in. His hair was still damp and tousled from the shower, and he was barefoot. He knew how this particular appearance affected her, and he'd done it on purpose.Glancing at her two lovers, Connie knew he was having the same effect on them. She felt a sudden swelling of pride in and love for her husband. He actually stuck his hands in his pockets and.