In fact I know I do!" I feel downright haughty. The office building, which appears to be about six stories (it disappears into the low ceiling of mist... is skewed now; tilting to the left. I wonder if it was built this way—post-modern architecture—or if it is facing imminent collapse. I wonder if I should run. I feel rooted to the spot where I stand, however. Is it because I'm in heels, and have never run in them before? Am I afraid of falling? Tearing my stockings up? My knees? People are. She had definitely stepped into another world.?Come over here and make yourself useful.? Marica tugged her over to the buffet table and unhooking her leash told her to take plate of food over to the man in a blue shirt on the far wall.So Brooke did as she was told carrying the plate over and listened to her tits tinkle as she did. The man was grabbing a redhead by her hair and admonishing her for not obeying properly. Brooke heard Marica behind her whispering that she needed to kneel and. She recalled that on her last visit to New York she had met a girl who had screwed Whitney Houston and said she fucked other girls like a bunny.Laura smiled wanly again. "I'm just like you. I eat and sleep... and hurt. And fall in love."But now Trina grew vaguely hostile again. "I beg your pardon, you're not like me. What you and Rina did was wrong. If she hadn't of done it, she'd probably still be alive. You really might as well have killed her yourself."This cut Laura deep, and they both knew. My friends and I take a trip every year that includes relaxing days on the beach, drinking a surplus of wine and dancing the nights away. With a few days left I met this sexy man on the dance floor, let’s face it white guys just can't dance like a black man. He kept eying me and later approached offer to buy me a drink. He asked me to dance and I accepted. I was never attracted to black men, but was turned on by the way he danced. He was forward with me and after a couple songs was grinding.