He ended the squeeze for backhanders by paying to get permits and consents issued retrospectively. The restaurant and bar named by patrons as Freddie...’s became the ‘in’ place on the coast for single men and men taking a temporary break from their wives, and naturally, being Los Angeles, those sitting ducks attracted prostitutes. Freddie stoutly refused to accept backhanders from those women who wanted to use the two bedrooms upstairs but he installed a steel box bolted into the concrete wall. Everything should stay in place." Kneeling down to eye levelStacy comforted him. "You're feeling better now aren't you?Michael slowly glanced in the mirror and was shocked to see how feminine thenew hairstyle made him look, softly framing his face. He barely noticed, butslowly his feelings were changing. Something about the new hairstyle... thenew shirt.the new nail enamel. His new position. It all felt so right. No, itfelt wonderful, he thought with guilt.Stacy saw the conflict in his eyes and. Unfortunately, My mom walked in just as the waitresses were changing into their uniforms. Lots of close ups of tits and ass. She had a disgusted look on her face, and began to bitch me out for watch such degrading, demeaning, anti woman smut. I sat there silently, the movie still playing, and my dick for some reason was getting harder and demanding attention.Just to be ornery I left the movie on just to piss her off. Mom stormed over to the TV and shut it off. She then pulled some cables from. Margo sighedwith sadistic pleasure as she selected the heaviest whip to greet her slutwith. Oh how the slavegirl was going to suffer notone part of her flesh would be spared. Lovingly she checked her branding ironsand thought with pleasure of the screams and shrieks of agony these would drawfrom her slut. Her hand slipped to her pussy as she felt her love juices flow.She imagined her slut's flesh bubbling and blackening under the branding irons.Margo was evil, Margo was sadistic, Margo was.