Jimmy ended this: - No! You know nothing! Prostitutes are nobel women. They help men in trouble… … I met Suzan in a massage parlor – in a... Agency. I had a break and I felt I need a Good massage. So I went inside and I saw the most beautiful woman in the world. Enchanting, waisted brunette, tended, breast fives... Gorgeous. - Hello, may I help you? - Massage... – I stammered. She started. It was like a touch of an angel. - Do you want something… more? Idiot. I had no more money. "Thirty nine for the appalling spelling and grammar and thenyou can write a proper apology." The crop snaps and she yelps as thewelt forms across the tops of her breasts. Subject: Please Forgive me To: Laughing Larry> [email protected] From: Hope > [email protected] Date: 16:31 March 26, 2005 Master Larry, Please forgive this impertinent slut. I am so sorry. Master read my laste-mail to you and is furious with me. He tells me there is no w in asshole.My own is now quite. If you’d managed to actually sneak up on me, as you intended, you’d probably be dead by now.” They have shocked expressions as I continue, “You’re lucky I recognised your footsteps as you entered the room. Otherwise I’d have reacted to intruders. Take the time to have a close look at my body.” Standing beside the bed I slowly turn around so they can do so. “Most of those scars are bullet and knife wounds. Many people I knew died because someone was able to sneak up on them while they were in. "Come on, girls!" she would say. "Don't forget the treat you will havecoming!"They launched into the job, soon forgetting about their unusual and sexyattire. The sorority sisters came and went about their usual businessall day, and the boys kept working until mid-afternoon. Like most boys,they weren't natural housekeepers, but the tough gal Kate assigned tothem remedied that with her orders, inspections, instructions, promisesof a "treat" and the like. As a result, the place sparkled, even.