I told her that I knew that there would be a mundane explanation, (which there was in the end), but I so enjoyed the idea that she’d allowed herself...to be swept-up in the moment one day and disappeared out with someone like that. “Maybe ... one day perhaps” was her reply. I was working until ten thirty that night and a dozen or so more messages meant that I just couldn’t get home quick enough. When I got home there was a message on the back door that I should shower first before heading up,. " She held her fist in the air and pumped it, "You bent over and let her ram it up your passive ass while she ripped you for what a terrible job you were doing. What's her threat, bring up your sales or out on your ear, after nine years of slavery." She stopped just looking at me. I have no idea what she wanted me to say, then her threat came. The words I have dreaded hearing for over nine years."If you can't support me the way, I expect," she shook, she was almost in tears, "well mister, there. Her lack of height, badly proportioned body, and distinctly oversized head can’t distract from the immediate impression that she is clearly a very sexually attractive lady. She smiles toward us, flashing huge white teeth against her olive/tan skin (the result of mixed parentage), and blows us a kiss.We cut to a close-up, noting her wide eyes and large nose, as well as those big teeth again, as she introduces herself in a very strong Bristol/South-West accent. “Hello ... I’m Britney Morrow. I’m. I find contrast so fucking exciting.When she got back from the massage I met her and gave her a shower and then took her straight to the upper area of the health spa where there are private and public rooms. To break her in slowly and to try not to scare her I went into a small private room first. I gave her a bit of a fucking and then told her I was going to open the door and let other men in. She neither agreed nor disagreed, I guess cus I had pre-warned her anyway! As soon as I opened the.