She stood up and took her clutch purse and tottered off on her high-heels towards the toilets just behind the booth.The Predator watched her falter in...her red high-heels and his eyes followed the back seams on her gossamer black stockings from where they began at the fashioned Cuban heels to where they disappeared under her black leather miniskirt, her well rounded arse was emphasised by the tight skirt. Her white nylon blouse glowed ethereally in the dim neon lighting; the colours from the. Now I asked her to stretch her hands on the sides. Stretching the hands sidewise made her boobs size fully recognizable. Apparently, she was wearing a low cut red blouse which showed an ample cleavage. I touched either side of her navel from behind and pressed softly.She gave a small breathe and wet her dry lips with her tongue. I placed both my palms on her back just above the blouse hooks. I pressed her gently and dragged my palm to unhook the blouse. I placed both my index finger. Miss Butt-Slut and the Masters of Uranus. In mid-evening, there was an alarm. Near the top of Fields Ave, there had been a raid. Angel’s Wand was sealed off by police, and no one was allowed to enter or leave. Mama quickly enforced strict adherence to the guidelines. Customers finished their drinks and walked up the street to watch, as did Daddy Don. Mama hurried to the back to check all paperwork was in order and hide, in a specially prepared hiding place, any unsecured documents which might. In its shadow they felt too close of the ever encroaching sea, so they settled far. But that would not save them if ever she failed. The wave would be as tall as the buildings before the Rise, the old town under the sea. No one would even get a chance to cry. She saw it every night in her sweetest dreams.She followed the cock she craved through a lace of rusty steel roofs and smelly food, cooked wherever. They hurried past walls of fortune, and windows of tattered sheet plastic. She had been.