These were great accents on a knockout body: not tall, not skinny, but with perfect breasts with small brown nipples (which were almost always erect),...an excellent firm heart-shaped butt, and a perfect small pussy.Angie had always been titillated by the thought of being a sex slave. She had read stories about the roman slaves who served their masters and friends, she had read stories of the Chinese slaves in early America that were bought and sold as sex toys, Angie wanted a taste of this. He agreed to my price, and said he’d have the money at our regular meeting that Wednesday. I got on the bus and pulled out my sketchbook on the ride to Benjie’s house. I had started drawing to pass the time on the bus once there were no longer any feet to look at“You draw?” Benjie asked.“I draw and paint, actually. I still need to work on human figures, though.” I showed him the study of Kevin I was working on.“Think you could draw a picture of me?”“I can draw it today if you have time. It’d be. But he also knew she was personable and highly intelligent and had already proven herself by spearheading the bust of a local drug ring. The truth was, he told himself, she was good and he was glad now that he had accepted her offer of the deputyʼs position even if he did have to swallow a little pride. She was demanding but fair. What more could you ask of a boss? Besides, she wasnʼt seeing anyone and even though it was against her policy -- well you never knew. As she folded the phone and. " Sandy lächelte, das Grinsen zeigend, dass Ashley nur zu gut kannte. Sie wusste, dass Sandy mit ihrem hinterhältigen Grinsen und ihren blitzenden Augen die Wahrheit dehnte, aber ..."Nun ..." Ashley sah verlegen auf ihre Füße, sich selbst einschätzend. Sie war ein wenig kleiner als Sandy, kein Basketball-Star wie sie, sie war aber eine gute Läuferin. Schlank und fit, bevorzugte tagsüber Trikots als Bekleidung, aber sie scheute im Gegensatz zu Sandy das Rampenlicht. Nein, Ashley tat in der Regel.