Big bootie. Big breasts. Cute face. African American. Probably 15 years younger than me. Perfect! Showtime!I walk up, tap her on the shoulder and say ...Hello"We get a table. And we talk. Actually I ask questions and let her talk. She's a dancer. She's been out buying outfits for work! Maybe she will show them to me...she likes to talk. Tells me about her mom, her family, her c***dhood. And I smile, laugh, ask questions and keep thinking - I hope i get to see her naked! 90 minutes later it is. "So, Artemis, what have you been up to thismorning?"Her mentor broke out a truly evil grin and began to outline thearrangements made so far:Beginning in January, Nicole had several classes at, as far as she couldtell, a debutante college. Intensive training on dress, makeup, manners,proper conduct at formal dinners, and dancing classes. The classescovered all the skills required to function in domestic andinternational high society. The first three weeks in California forthree seminars, then a. “Would you listen if I said no?” she asked.“If you’re not in the mood, just tell me. But we are going to do it again at some point, aren't we?” he could not hide his eagerness. “We end up stuck in the house alone with each other a lot. I'm pretty much gonna ask every time we get the chance.”“Then don’t bother asking,” she snapped. The way he said it made it sound vulgar and she felt like a slut for basically planning on letting him. She would much prefer he just start touching her when he. Erica sucked at them, continuing to pinch them and keep them erect."Just to teach you a lesson, Janet."Erica then replaced them when Janet's attention was elsewhere. When she felt the bite of the first one, she kicked in reflex. For the first time since she had been a slave girl, her shod foot hit something. Her foot had glanced off Erica's leg! Acting as if nothing had happened, Erica proceeded to place the other clamp on Janet's other nipple as if nothing had happened."There will be a severe.