There was no freaking way she would actually walk up to a woman and ask if her breasts were real or fake ... right?So, I consigned myself to be an aud...ence of one for this little bit of potential drama, I watched Kate as she approached the woman. She was very direct and the two of them talked for a bit. And then talked some more, and still more. I even saw the woman kinda press her blouse to her belly and further emphasize her breasts. After about ten minutes, the two of them walked away. Where. She left the corner and went about blowing out the candlesshe had quickly spread out to create a faux romantic atmosphere. She kepther distance, though. "Why should you care, anyway?" I promised you I would do everything in my power to keep you alive. Ihave every intention of keeping that promise." Even though I'm pointing a gun at you." Yes." You sure that's the only reason?" Yes, I am." Because, you know, it's you they're looking for."Holding one of the candles in her hand, she glanced aside. As she sat upright on the floor I stood over her and grabbed hold of her hair before tilting my head back. She smiled devilishly because she knew what I was going to do. My cock was getting harder and was now hovering near her face. In one quick move I thrust it into her mouth causing her to gag slightly which if I was honest turned me on even more. She was still putting up a fight and not wanting to let her stop I grabbed hold of her head and began to fuck her pretty young face. In an effort. The work was easy except for the frequent passes that the clients made to her which were rather flattering at first but soon became mundane. Weeks passed and the money piled up in her accounts so that she’d soon have her tax bill paid. Tired from working two jobs, she began to be depressed. She wondered if she had the stamina to do the necessary two months. She began to make mistakes and her work suffered. She hardly knew her kids. When Jan Goulstedt came into the massage parlor late one.