There was also another scent that I was much more interested in but I couldn’t quite place. It was much more delicate and seemed almost strainin... to get through the other, more artificial smells. I liked it. What was it? I knew that smell. Donna, now standing before the screened window, turned to me and said in a louder than necessary voice, “Wannaglass of wine? It’s really good.” She giggled then she went of to fetch a glass without waiting for my answer. It was pretty. "Our teams haven't played each other in the past four years." Well, if you don't count the beach football game when we were freshmen," I said. "Anyway, Eric and I were on the same team so there wasn't any rivalry then." I cheer for the Nittany Lions if I happen to see them on TV," Eric said."I do the same for the Gators. Sorry about last Saturday's game, man," I added. "I was rooting for you guys to win."Jamaal Wallace finished up with makeup and sound and joined us on the set. Kirk and Eric. ?Nope,? she declared eventually with a sigh. ?So I could keep you displaying yourself like that for as long as I want?? Her eyes went wide and again she spluttered, ?Mark!? before controlling herself and saying with a smile, ?That wouldn’t be a very productive use of my time now would it?? ?This is true,? I grinned. Turning back to the table I picked up the leaflet again and had a look for the section on binding legs. Initially I thought about just strapping Kelly’s. He told her that she now had a Black girl name: Latoya. That was OK with Daisy. Since he owned her, he had the right to name her. He explained that Black customers on the web needed to see how sexy she was so that they would pay to fuck her. He even had her make some scenes with her Catholic school girl outfit saying that many Black men fantasized about fucking a little Catholic school girl. She made several scenes saying things like “Fuck me Daddy. You’re little white slut Latoya needs to be.