”She smiled at me, “It was funny, and few men back home stand up to him.”This close I got a better look at her and she was a stunning young woma... with a body that did not seem to be related to her mother. Her nipples were the size as peas and were pink.She lowered her sunglasses that she had been wearing since she walked in. “What’s your name, you already know mine.”“Tim, pleased to meet you.”“Are you here alone?”“Yeah, I had to get away for a while. Shit back home, you know.”“Yeah, I do.. ” I tried to do as he instructed, but was still too confused to understand exactly what he was saying.“Marissa weren’t you told to shave this whore’s head?”The black girl who had cut my hair answered: “Yes”.“Then what the fuck is this, as he began to pull on my hair?“Get your black ass up here and bring the clippers.”Well, as bad as my hair was, I had hoped to avoid my head being shaved. How would I ever explain this? Course, there is a lot more I have no idea how to explain.As she got to the. It’s all work. Forever. Deadline after deadline. Case after Case. Disaster after disaster. And all of it falls on Mr. Mullins to clean up. Scratch that, it also falls on his Secretary. Miranda Ramirez, not a personal assistant. That was clear on the first day. A throw back to a different age perhaps, along with cigarette girls and stewardesses. But Secretary. Mr. Mullins doesn’t. That is the joke in the office. He doesn’t seat. He doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t laugh or take breaks or. Her bowels had been host to Thorton's largest ebonite butt plug for the past hour, and she was beginning to experience aggressive discomfort in her rear. Thorton gazed down upon his latest possession, delighting in her beauty, for she was. Long, curly (Now coifed by Madison), flaming striking red hair, perfect nose, cheekbones and facial features. Thornton looked down at Beatrice."Turn around, little one", he bade.She had not seen him for a month. She had tried to forget the pain, but she could.