Jean frowned and hung her head. "My mom buys all my clothes."Veronika's eyes boggled. "Your mother buys your clothes? What kind ofgirl are you?" Not a...very good one I guess," fretted Jean. "I don't like to thinkabout clothes and stuff." She fought back tears. She was blowing it.Veronika took Jean's hand. "Come along, darling. It's time to introduceyou to the 'Golden Circle.'" She explained that the 'Golden Circle' is afamous exclusive shopping area, framed by avenue Monte Carlo, avenue. She was a zombie . A zombie for her master and mistress. Sonjay looks over at Mike who’s eyes were in the back of his head as he constantly ravaged Erika’s pussy. Sonjay already knew the answer to the question ,that she was about to ask him. “ Baby how is that pussy?” she asks. “ Damn baby! He answers in pure pleasure. I don’t want to let it go.” With that he plunged again and Erika yelled this out.” Her comes my pee! She pulled back and sprayed her master with a shower of cum. She was a. Some were just nasty, talking about what a slut she was or similar. The game had already marked most of these as junk. She had looked just to see how bad it was; she wouldn’t need to look in the future.She spent the longest time on a few proposals. “That’s hot; I’d totally sleep with you,” and “next time if you need help with that????” She had been tempted to junk all the proposals. She did junk the one that said “I’ll make you my bitch.” But the others? If they were made by clients, wouldn’t. Willow fell to her knees and sobbed.Madame Carronade stepped into the parlor. She was a beautiful woman, tall with wide shoulders and long legs. Her platinum hair was up in a bun highlighting her long elegant neck. Her skin seemed to glow with health. Her breasts were covered by a black leather vest held closed by a single straining button. A short, tight black leather skirt covered her from hipbone to mid-thigh. The tops of her high heeled boots almost met the bottom of the skirt. Finishing.