After the gate was fully opened, Scott moved the truck back into gear, and eased it onto the main road of the exclusive subdivision. Scott always marv...led at the exclusive little enclave that he was fortunate enough to live in. Right in the middle of the city, but each of the 24 houses in the walled community had almost an acre of land to go with them. The houses took up an inordinate amount of space on their own, and then adding the additional property on to each owner’s lot made the area feel. She had been taking a walk when the storm had caught her by surprise. "I think I might be a little overdressed," Sally chirped, mocking my English accent. If the epoch had been later, a phone call would have been made and the wayward girl swiftly returned to her grandmother. But in the mid-90s a cell phone still looked more like a brick than a Star-Trek communicator and only bankers could afford to use them. In any case, there wouldn't be reception in that particular spot for at least. “Careful Sid,” Carl warned. Sidney undid her black laced, shelf bra and her full breasts sprung free. She tossed the bra at Carl and watched it fall to the floor at his feet. Carl’s gaze was hot on the lush flesh of her breasts. Sidney cupped them wantonly for emphasis. “Fuck her,” Edger repeated. Sidney stepped out of her panties. She stood before the two men with nothing on but a pair of pale, flesh toned, strappy Louboutins. “Fuck me Carl,” she demanded. Her voice was thick with emotion and. "Welcome to the 'Imperial Auction House', the finest such establishment in all of Genesis. My name is Mistress Susan," she told us sweetly. "As the proprietor, I wish to extend a special thank-you for attending today as our guests of honor. Each and every one of you should be quite proud, as few are fortunate enough to be selected for this event." All I could think was, 'Boy, what a bitch!' Mistress Susan was a classic personification of the `better than thou' attitude, so prevalent to the.