Vielleicht wäre dieses Mädchen ja dazu bereit. So erklärte ich ihr dass ich ihre kompletten Schulden übernehmen würde und sie den nächsten Monat...bei mir Leben könne. Was ich dafür verlange ist dass sie einen Vertrag unterschreibt mir in dieser Zeit als Sexsklavin zu dienen. Nach diesem Monat würde sie denn selben Betrag noch einmal erhalten und dürfe selbst entscheiden ob sie weiter bei mir wohnen möchte oder nicht. Bis dahin sollte sie allerdings wenn sie mitmacht meine willige Sexsklavin sein. She was a real knockout. She had a nice set of tits and a shapely body. I liked that she was tall. Her hair color was that white blonde thing. She kind of reminded me of a pin-up star or a popular rock star. She had sparkly blue eyes with the longest eyelashes. I kind of figured they might be fake.She was in shape and didn’t have any fat on her body. I imagined she was a great lay. I was hoping she’d want to fuck me. I’d tell her about my attributes and hope she’d want to see them. I was hoping. “You better think about that elevator!” he growled over his shoulder as he began descending the stairs.In a minute he had managed to get all the way to the bottom landing and then out of the building. Cal realized that Homer was right—about the elevator—but, that’s as far as it went.Cal’s first appointment was from a client who wanted to subdivide his land. The client was a farmer approaching retirement. Before he sold the farm, he wanted to separate a small plot to build a small retirement. She opened his profile page. His name was Zach Harper and he was one of their newest recruits. So when Monica Devereaux went to Queens, she had two objectives in mind. Going to the address she got from Brett, she confidently strode past the bar in front. In the backroom, she found a dour woman with a laptop. She seemed shocked to see a police officer and tried to shut the laptop, but Monica was too fast for her and grabbed it from her hands. ‘Well well, you seem to have a nice establishment.