"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Tracy said as she came into theliving room. Jamie was sitting comfortably on the sofa next to theChristmas tree, wra...ped up in a blanket and drinking hot chocolate."Sure!" Jamie said cheerfully. She had been walking on air sinceDominic had agreed to have Christmas dinner with them. She had spentover an hour picking out just the right piece of mistletoe to hangabove the door.Tracy sat down on the couch opposite of her with a look oftrepidation on her face. She. "Back on your knees slut crawl after me" this man said, "you're going to get your head shaved."Valerie wept as she watched her blond locks fall to the floor cursing her brother in law under her breath."So you Ziads new bitch," he asked."Yes sir," Valerie replied."Long as you aint his wife's she can be a real bitch." Sir I think if you're taking about Mistress Ziad, then yes it is her who owns me now; her husband came to the UK to buy me for her." God help you," he said "that woman is out for. You're driving me crazy!" shouted her motherA musical tinkling came back at her. "Sooorrrry."The office door slammed shut. I wondered how the house stayed intact with the amount of slamming and banging I heard for the rest of the afternoon. Dinner was two slices of bread and a piece of cheese. And ice water. I considered soaking my dick in it.That night we both went to bed and slept as far apart as possible. The seconds ticked by an hour apart.BRRAALLLATTTT!I had apparently dozed off. My alarm. ‘And yuck.’ The cool autumn wind swirled around and her nipples were tight and hard underneath the blouse. She laughed at the thought. In Hollywood, people were paid to keep actresses nipples nice and tight. And these weren’t porn actresses either. Jennifer Lopez had employed just such a person before her controlling new husband forbade it. She had changed into tight, boot cut jeans with her favorite Jimmy Choo heels and a white angora sweater. She had a yellow scarf tied into her hair and.