You know the one, Jay's his name. What? Oh yeah, you're so right, he's the fellow that keeps sending out all those net trash specials. The boy wouldn'... know an honest day's work if it hit him up side the head! Anyway, you should hear the stories he calls up and tells me over the phone. One petty little battle after another, and you'd think the fate of the entire free world hangs on the outcome of every one of them.I told you he bought a hot tub this year, right? Well yes, it is kind of. I don't want a queen, I want a trashy street slut. I want a whore in my bed. Understand?" I growled. "Whatever my king desires," she said seductively and giving me a naughty little smile. I bent down and gave her a deep hard kiss and she moaned into my mouth. The hand at her throat released its grip and moved down to grab her tit firmly causing her to gasp at the sudden movement. Then I broke the kiss leaving her gasping and her eyes wide."Now shall we try that again?" I said, standing over her. ” Cynthia orders the cute little brunette coed. Hannah was pretty, in matching white silk panties and bra. Along with white stockings she had picked up. Cynthia had put on her black garter and stockings. Along with a red thong and lacy red bra. She had purchased a ping-pong paddle from the store, and picked up some clothespins. “Yes mistress.” Hannah says demurely. The redhead sits on Hannah’s bed. “Come here.” She says harshly. Pulling the smaller woman across her lap. She caresses the girl’s. “See me, girl,” he reiterated. “I own you now. I paid Billy good money for you.”“Money?” “Yes, girl. Billy is a married man; and he already got one white bimbo girl on the side. He don’t have too much time to make use of you. So he sold you on to me. He might come around for a suck now and then; but I am your owner. You are my good cow. So, moo for me. Go on – moo for me.”Lotte blushed and felt immobilised by shame; but she saw the look of anger on the Nigerian’s fleshy, hard-eyed face,.