You wanted to make a difference. A woman in a man’s world, but still carrying your own gun.My thoughts are interrupted by a soft knock on the door. ... quick glance through the peephole shows a young blonde-haired woman in a navy coat and jeans. Nice and subtle, I think. Doesn’t look anything like a hooker.I open the door and she slips inside with a nod in response to my questioning “Amber?”I close the door and turn, picking up the envelope. She smiles. She looks so pretty.“What’s your name,. The way the game is played is that the cage starts out with just white chips and each time I get fucked by one of my black lovers and Hubby cleans me, I put a black chip in the cage,and once a week I spin it, and let him pick out a chip (blindfolded , of course). If he picks out a white chip he stays locked up for another week, and the chip goes back in the cage. If he picks out a black chip he gets unlocked from chastity belt and I give him a hand job (He's tied up so that I could put the. "I think I know how to do that..." She turned onto a boulevard and stopped at a red light."Once you're past Washington, you need to look for Beech Street."The light changed and she stepped on the accelerator. "That's a few blocks yet." A few..." Nathan watched the intersections whiz by. "Here's Washington." Check." You need to make a right onto Beech and then a left onto Hoyt. It's about halfway down the block on Hoyt. There's a municipal parking lot about a quarter block beyond that." Got it.". We left the place. From then on, mom used to go and supervise the work while I used to go to college. One such day, due to some fire in the canteen, we were told to go half day. I knew that mom would be at our new house so I went there directly. The door was locked so I thought that they left early or had gone for lunch. So I thought of going home. But when I went toward the staircase landing, I heard some sound from the bedroom. I felt it strange because the house was locked.I went around to.