While talking she kept on repeating that now I am very handsome and girls would be dying to have an affair with me. I just blushed every time and once...I got the courage to say her that if u were of my age I would have loved to have an affair with u. After that I just asked her cell no and she gave it to me. I asked her whether I can call or msg u and she told me that there was no problem. After that I left her house. From that day I regularly sent msgs to her and even sometimes called her from. They must have seen the smoke from the burning house and came to investigate.By this time the nearest was about 25 yards from me, so I just took out the 9mm and shot him in the head. If he was going to try to kill me, then I had no hesitation to blow his brains all over the forest floor. The noise of the discharge slowed the other two down, but they still came on slowly waving their spears at us. I was having nothing of this, so I unslung my rifle, loaded a Styx round and fired at the sternum. As if there were no scandalized ladies trying hard to ignore the noises they were making behind closed doors. As their passions began running high, Daphne decided to finally open the door, dragging Leander inside. The room outside her private bedchamber was in total darkness, but she knew that her ladies-in-waiting were all awake, possibly sitting around an unfinished game of cards. They were, thankfully, all smart enough to blow out the candles and pretend that they were not witnesses to their. " What were they offering? A £20,000 pay increase. A more senior role.A whore-girl to make me coffee on demand?. And of course there were those visitsto ?The Scrava'? I would have whores slurping at my pussy on a Saturday evening- I would practically own Whore80? In return I would be obliged to dance for the CEO twice a week, possibly withoutclothes. But wouldn't that be insufferably humiliating? Dancing ? wiggling ? wearingwho-knows-what, for the private entertainment of the CEO? It would mean.