There were a number of black and Spanish men. We got a seat and ordered strong drinks. As we sat there, Melinda made note of a group of black men sitt...ing in one corner. The central figure was a dark black man with a muscular build and about 25 years old. He was surrended by younger black men who seemed to worship him. I told Melinda, "I wish the bartender could just deliver you to their table." She replied, "I can get their attention easier than that," and walked onot the dance floor with a. Mistress Carla took off her coatrevealing a leather corset panties and thigh high boots. Eleanor also tookoff her coat and looked stunning in a pvc catsuit clinging to her body likea second skin.Around her waist was a wide shiny belt, and her delicate feetwere in a pair of black ankle boots with a high heel. Maybe I will tell you of the events that day another time after all thisstory is supposed to be about my mother not me. Just to let you know that Ifound the day intensely sexually exciting,. The thought of doing so hadn’t fazed Karen Taylor in the slightest.And So devised by Mistress, the ‘ Nobadge’ account was born. The name of which even now, still amused Karen, who constantly wondered if anyone had yet worked out that Nobadge was actually an anagram. With skilful, if illegal accountancy, certain wealthier clients cash was gradually siphoned into the ghost account ‘Nobadge’. Gradually filling the joint coffers of both Mistress and Slave, until eventually Karen was instructed by. I'm down at the Rescue Mission with the other less fortunate folks having a nice meal, when the good Reverend comes charging in."Is there anyone here, that has any experience as a Reporter?" he asked, hopefully."Here, Sir," I quickly replied. (I hate being so anxious... but how do I know Dan Rather isn't sitting over in the corner somewhere.) He also ran into some folks who couldn't stand the truth, either."Okay, Dag," the good Reverend said, "Here's the address. Write if you get the job—better.