Normally Destiny wouldn’t leave without a disguise but today was an exception. This was the opportunity that Amelia and Ernest had been waiting for.... It was a rarity to get her alone. After an hour of driving the car stalled, sputtered and stopped at the side of the road. “Amelia call for help,” Destiny said with one hand firmly on her suitcase. “Yes, Empress, I’m on it,” Amelia said talking into her phone. “Target is ready for transport. Set your coordinates and pick us up asap,” said Amelia.. He put down "Tiffany". It sounded like adefinite bimbo name to him, appropriate for a dumb, big-breasted slut. Hemoved on to the rest of the survey.When he reached the end, there was a bit of boilerplate that basicallysaid the university wasn't responsible for anything that happened to him,non-disclosure, yada yada yada. He signed and initialed where itindicated, not bothering to read the fine print. He handed it to Tracy,along with the dinky ballpoint pen."Excellent! Just follow me to the exam. She wandered what Brittany meant by "serve". She did not have to wait long to find out... Brittany told Pamela to sit next to her on the bed, then told Tommy to get to work at their feet. Tommy started to remove Brittany's right shoe, but Brittany stopped him and told him to start with Pamela's feet.Tommy kneeled at Pamela's feet and began to remove her right shoe with his teeth. Pamela balked saying, "My feet are dirty and sweaty, and I am sure they will stink real badly." Brittany smiled and. "Hi, I'm Lona,,, I see you two have met my husband Bill. I didn't formally introduce myself to you'll because it's our bar rules not too unless you're new members of our bar. My husband and I own this couples only bar and it's open to the pubic only till 11:30pm. After then we only allow members to come in after they call letting us know they're coming. What's your names?" I looked at her and replied, "I'm Jen,,, and he is my husband Harold". Lona then looked at my husband then at me and.