I walked into number 70's drive bingo mail stuck in post box wow Ithought a credit card and driving licence well Mr Jones your off to go ona spending ...pree. A fairly good haul today 3 credit cards, two pass portsI could sell, a parcel and a driving licence I got in the car and droveaway.When I got home I put the uniform with my others and got changed. Then Iwent back out to sell the passports to my dealer."Hey Carl how's it going?" he said."Fine mate, are you interested in these?" I handed him. She mingled with the countless unfortunates begging on Croydon's cratered streets. She ate soup that was doled out by makeshift soup kitchens and slept in the doorways of boarded-up shops. By chance, she heard of another refugee centre in Reigate that might be able to help her if she was willing to work there for no pay. Tamara's main concerns were food and sleep rather than money, so she walked the twenty kilometres or more across the suburban sprawl and decaying slums to Reigate.South London. She guessed that it was a further effect of the corn, that Jamaal really did control the sex. If he didn't get excited and horny, she wouldn't either.It took about 10 minutes for Jamaal to finish dinner, whereupon he brought the pot of stew out and set it on a heating pad. He made another trip to the kitchen for a couple bowls, then filled and put the first bowl in front of Tonya. He filled his own bowl, then sat down. His attention was riveted on Tonya, clearly waiting for her. She dipped her. Her toes curled into tight little grippers on her feet, sending cramps quivering up her calves and thighs. She came again, dropping her feet back onto the floor and shaking until the spasms stopped. She giggled and stretched her legs out. She yawned and rolled back onto her belly, felt the last of the release roll up her exposed ass cheeks and settle into the small of her back. Then her eyes popped open. Open door? How the hell did the door get… “Oh my god!”, she screamed. “You little shits!.