Jasmine resisted as they dragged her to the back room. Jasmine now realized her worst nightmare, payback for all the slaves she had beaten in bets an... now was the slave. She wondered how she would survive a month.Once in the back, Racheal took jasmine purse and handed Shelia her credit card and said charge her for the items I am getting. Jasmine protested, but as Racheal told her, ?if you read the contract, you would have seen it stated all you have on you at the time of the bet belongs to. When she sat Chriscould see she had reapplied her lipstick and her breath smelled of sex."That took a while," Chris joked as Laura sat down."Oh, a young lady came in and we got to talking and one thing led toanother and before you know it, I'm sitting on a toilet with this girlstanding in front of me. She raises her skirt and I can see the wet spoton her panties. She slides off her panties and puts her glistening,swollen pussy in my face while she tells me how fun it was to hear mecumming. It sounds like we're both walking wounded. Maybe we can understand and encourage each other a little." "That sounds good. Thanks Don. God, it's getting late already. Would it be okay to call you again tomorrow night?" "I can't think of anything I'd like better." And I really couldn't. It made me feel kind of pitiful. "Thanks. I like how you said that. I'll talk to you then." So we said our goodnights and hung up. Wow. I felt almost like I was in love. It was like I. “Why Mr Smith,” I said as deadpan as I could manage. “That looks just like the one I’ll be wearing next month!” “Then my sympathies go to your fiancé, Miss Granger,” he shot back with Dumbledore-like understated mirth. “This belonged to my dearly departed maiden Aunt Beatrice. And yes, before you say anything I do understand the paradox of a maiden aunt with a wedding dress.” In the bottom of the box was a hammer, a few two-inch nails and a pair of bulldog clips. As he was talking he began to.