He looked at me and I winked, letting him know he could go further. I spread my legs a little as his hand went up my thigh. His fingertip brushed agai...st my clit. He seemed surprised I was so wet but he kept going. I was beginning to feel flustered. I excused myself to go to the bathroom where I proceeded to write him a note. "I'm in room 219. You and your partner come use my slutty black cunt NOW." I walked back to the bar, handed him my note and walked to my room using my sexiest strut. I. I can feel his hand move to my thigh where the bottom of my nightgown is and I can feel the heat and faint roughness of his fingers as he strokes my smooth fair skin, beginning to reach under my gown, moving further up along the outside of my thigh until he reaches the curve of my hip and the small string of fabric of my panties stretched across that hip. He fingers that string for a moment before moving his hand along that string around to the back where there is more satin covering my ass.. When Ron heard, she now had much more money than him he was upset. He said to his lawyer. "I really need to get that bitch back, she now has more money than me. And as submissive as she is, I will have her back within a month." Ron couldn't believe his good luck. Though he did miss the 'See you at home' reference. He would be at that shack in the ghetto she moved to tonight, to begin his brand-new courtship of Sonja. He did not want any man getting between him and Sonja's new wealth. Now that. Looking down at the sports bra lying crumpled and inside-out on the floor, she had to admit that it really had grown too small for her and left angry red marks all around her ribcage wherever it dug into her. She'd picked the bra because it made her look much more flat-chested than she really was. Three years and a cup size ago, Elliot had told her that her breasts made her look "cheap" and called them "udders."She still couldn't bring herself to look at them in the mirror, but Thule had given.