He had offered her as prize in the crap game and hadn't considered the possibility of himself losing. Well, he had lost her, and once that had happene... there was nothing he could have done for her. She'd had to eat her humble pie just like he'd had to this afternoon with the man and Sylvia was doing now. Still, maybe tonight the blonde girl would get with it and really enjoy it; after all, he was prepared to be gentle as long as she wanted him to be gentle.His attention suddenly jerked back to. Crystals and stones displayed inside and on top of glass counters. She saw a poster of an Indian woman with an eye in the middle of her forehead with her two normal eyes closed. She also saw poster of Niostradamus: The Man Who Saw Tomorrow and a poster of Edgar Cayce, America's leading psychic.Kim realised that this was the front portion of the shop and saw a doorway covered with hanging beads, with the length of wooden doors, somewhere at the back, by the inner walls.A curly-haired Punjabi guy. …what a marvellous should it be….! I thought…the market should be muddy…her milky…white body is covered in mud….her white milk tanks are dancing…her whole body is shooking in the powerful strokes. Her honey coloured tits should be rubbing against the ground and that gave an electric current to improve the heat in her.The men should be some low class street dogs. Who were using very filthy slag like…”oh……man let tore this street dogs pussy….let drill her mouth till she spit the last drop of her. That dress won’t do.’ He stood and walked up to me and began circling me. He was in my personal space again and I involuntarily started to shake goosebumps breaking out all over my body. Why do I have such a strong reaction to him? He reached up fingered the fabric at my shoulder and his skin grazed my shoulder. It was like getting struck by lightning I jumped. ‘Do I intimidate you Ms. Lambert?’ I was getting really tired of him asking me that question. ‘No.’ I growled through gritted teeth.