I knew exactly how Amy, Kathy and Anne-Marie had earned that money, and what they had done to make this remarkable sum in less than two weeks and hold...ng this cash in my hands just made me feel like a pimp, selling off the women I loved for cash. I wanted to burn the money, but it was needed today to bribe a crooked housing instructor instead and the rest to pay a nearly equally crooked pair of truckers. Evil money going towards more necessary evil. What good could possibly come from it?Once. He even madesure to close it behind him as he left.Sighing, I glanced around at the empty room until my gaze rested on themirrored doors of my closet. In their glass was the same pretty redheadthat I'd been seeing in them for weeks. Now, though, she had a name -Ashley. "Alright, let's start figuring out who you are."**********************************************************************************************"And ... done," I declared as I finished double-checking my work andleaned back on. Her dominant, precise appearance made me feel even scruffier, but it also brought on more naughty thoughts… of her in leather outfits. And a paddle. Oh boy…I stood on the other side of the table as she leaned over the painting for a closer examination. She seemed to be analyzing my work but any critique she might have was not my concern at that moment. She’d leaned so close to the table that I had a full view of her cleavage. I was instantly and utterly obsessed. They’re lovely. I wonder ho —. Max almost stopped breathing as her slender thighs were drawn wide apart and the greased porcelain cock, placed at the entrance of her cunt. One more adjustment and it was parting her lips, slipping into a tender cunt that he hoped would be virginal, but sensed wouldn’t be. The audience groaned along with him, watching as the child slid carefully down onto the cock, enjoying her screams as a full four inches of the smooth surface was embedded in her cunt. It wasn’t Miss Marchant who struck the.