Vonne, before you go, could you help me with my hair for the party tonight? I’m afraid I don’t have the slightest idea what to do with it.’ She ...miled before following Jackson out the door, ‘Of course! I’ll see you tonight about 7:00 to put the finishing touches on you. You’ll knock half of Savannah on its heels tonight when they see you in that burgundy dress!’ I smiled to myself, ‘Yeah, sure …’ but I was looking forward to the party and wouldn’t let anything dampen my spirits, after all my. .yeah...I know you do. God you're such a little fucking slut. My hot, fucking, pregnant slut. You want your pussy pumped? Huh? Do you, slut? You want me to milk your pussy now too?"My pussy is already puffy and wet just from thinking about it, but I nod eagerly anyways."Yes...God, fuck yes. I want you to pump my pregnant pussy."He grabs my hair, yanking my head back as he moves to brush his lips over the sensitive skin of my neck. "What did you fucking say, bitch?" Ahhhhhhhh! ...I...I said. I wasn't too interested in doing any of those things. Don't get me wrong I'm no prude. I lost my virginity when I was 17 and had sex with my boyfriends but I was never too interested in sharing him with another woman or letting any of my boyfriends and their buddies double up on me. Anyway, my point is that I have good social skills, but somehow I just couldn't "make the sell."My second and third jobs out of college were no less catastrophes, though each one gave me less and less of a chance to. ”“That doesn’t make any sense. Maybe you need to get your box, put it away and then get it again and put it away.”So we tried that along with everything else we could think of. I asked “What do you do when you get ready to send me on a mission?”“I have to tell the powers that be that you will be going, and that you will bring a Damsel back with you.” Jasmine said.“You can’t do that now and your going with me like this makes you a Companion and not a Damsel.”“We could be stuck here,” she thought.