I am not writing these stories down in any order, just the ones that come to mind.I used to take my wife to Memphis Tenn. once a month or so, because ...he loved black cocks, big ones, and Memphis was only a few hours away and seemed to have lots of big black meat available. We had been making trips down there for several years and had met lots of guys and even made good friends of them. I chatted with them on the computer sometimes and let them know when we were coming down and what we were. ’ He said. ‘That is if you want the job. Here’s the contract, read it carefully, I don’t want any sputtering or protests later on. Know what you sign, honey.’She pulled the contract on her lap and flicked through the pages. She was overjoyed, she’d finally got a job. Granted it didn’t have anything to do with graphic design, which she studied in college, but still a job was a job. Money was money.‘If you sign it today, you can start right away and we can fit you a uniform.’ Mike said.‘Today?’. ”He grinned and nodded to himself, heading back down the hall, passing a half open door and glancing inside for a moment, “Jaclyn’s room,” he thought to himself.He pushed the door further open and took a single step inside, letting his curiosity get the best of him. He didn’t know Monica’s sister all that well but he thought she was definitely growing into a gorgeous young woman. “If only she was a little older,” he thought to himself, fully entering the younger girl’s room and glancing. She looked around and saw four of theRenaissance Players, including Reg. One man was leading her by the rope aroundher wrists, like a dog on a leash. They went back through the opening of thefence and into the fairgrounds. She was barefoot, but fortunately the grass wassoft on the soles of her feet.'HEAR YE1 HEAR YE1 HEAR YE!" one of the men started bellowing at the top of hislungs. "All persons wishing to see what happens to lascivious young women, pleasefollow us to the Town Square! We have.