They gabbed for a while and then one of themdeclared, "Your slave-maid smells like sweat. I have something to fixthat." Chan snarled at Carl, "Hai! ...Go to her, stinking one." Withtrepidation he put himself in front of the woman indicated. She rummagedin her oversized fashion bag and came out with a spray bottle of perfume.She made him bend low so she could apply it. It was pineapple scented,overbearingly strong, and she used it liberally, so that he ended upreeking of the fruity stuff. . ‘You… you don’t have to sign it. Not right away, not ever. We don’t have any proof…’ she said. She was desperate. She was terrified of losing me, I could see utter panic in her eyes. ‘There isn’t anyone else it could be Abbs,’ I said in my soft, my just for her voice. ‘That may be true, but you sign it now, and that’s it. You wait, and we have options. Let me call my father…’ she said. I hardened my gaze, ‘Abby, you’ve known Beth longer than anyone. Longer than me. Longer than Anna or Kimmy.. He loved the effect, which was supported by hisgenerous application of eye make-up, the shading that made it look likehis soft face had high cheekbones, and especially the full mouth he hadgiven himself with liner and then colored with crimson lipstick andcoated in gloss. He gave his reflection an air kiss, set down themirror, and resumed dancing.His world at that moment was filled by the role he was playing. Hedidn't even have to listen to the sounds of the outside world, of trafficpassing. She tried to get around but her father blocked her. "I can't believe this I trusted you" Amber complained. "I sorry but your to fucking hot to resists, besides you I bought you those tits for your 16 birthday so I deserve to enjoy them" Her depraved father replied.Amber had a plan. She smiled seductively at her father and replied "Well you do have a point there, you did pay for them didn't you, and I can't think of a better time to pay you back". Her father just grunted his agreement as he.