I may not believe in marriage, but I had been given a job and I was going to do everything in my power to provide the best entertainment possible. Tha... meant holding auditions. So I picked the five hottest strippers on the site and set up a private audition session. Though unusual, the strippers did not seem to mind, because they were being paid their usual fee for a five minute performance. As for me, I would just have to endure watching those five beautiful young women dancing seductively. "A thought occurred to Scott. "St. Bride ...that's the Scottish versionof St. Brigit, right?" "How wonderful that a young lass would know! I thought you might,though, see'n as your hair is the same color hair as herself," thewoman motioned to the icon with a nod of her head. "Here." The sister picked up a pen and grabbed a blank nametag. "Tellme how to fill this in so I know who I'm talking to." I ...I don't ...uh..." Don't want to give me your name? Then make one up!"Name? She couldn't. Tom let three other men in, each handing him cash. They sat down on the couch and lit up a joint, jokingly trying to hand it to the old man. Someone turned a stereo on and the hot grove of hip-hop filled the room. Another knock at the door. One of them said, "Man, she is hot!" Let me out of here!," Doug roared, now unwilling to stand by and watch a train of black guys fuck his wife to death. "This isn't what I wanted. Its getting out of hand! Tammy, tell them to stop!"The thirty something black. He removes His hands, sits back and orders “Stand”. She does. “Move back to the center of the room” comes the next order, and she obeys, as always.“Master wishes for the slave to remove her jeans”. She stands staring at Him, knowing that she is progressing to full exposing her body to this man, this man who she has grown to trust, and very much wanting to take her.She slips the jeans off her hips, and allows them to fall down her legs. She removes first one leg, then the other. She had.