Grace checked her computer to look in on her mail box to see if there were any replies from the ad she had placed about the Doggy Bordello. Much to he... surprise, there were two inquiries already. Grace sent a note to each person asking for a phone number so that they could talk about arranging a visit. Uh-oh, that meant that they needed to do something about a special fucking room for customers: something more imposing that the training room that they had used for Agnes Witherspoon. If Grace. You actually get bonus points for that. Girls just get labeled sluts for putting out too easily." Fine, fine," I rolled my eyes and focused on the road. Taxis always tried to cut people off on this turn getting to the 405."And NO, I'm not sleeping with him," Brandi went on to clarify. "We just started seeing each other ... but ... I'm not that kind of girl. I'm not sure about him just yet, and I don't want to get a reputation. It's bad enough being associated with Dayna, Miss. I'm sorry!" "I understand," I squeaked out as she got dressed. Something about watching someone get dressed it very arousing to me. I couldn't tell her I was still horny. I couldn't ask her to help me out one more time. I just watched her get dressed, found her panties she threw across the room and watched her leave the office, panties in pocket. Then I sat in the dark. Alone and naked, still with heavy breath, and dripping wet. I sat in my chair, and slid my fingers back into my pussy and got. "It's a better life than shacking up with a no-account homeboy and living on welfare," he'd said. "Not a lot better but better. Just don't get knocked up or get the AIDS."Adam, being Adam, had told Tyanna he would pay their way if her parents ever wanted to visit. She passed the word along but her father had declined."I see enough white people on my route," he said. "I don't need to travel 300 miles to see more of them. You seen one, you seen them all. But don't you be bringing them around.