He also had six children, so that would make him more able to excuse his overages and greed. I am not sure if it about greed with me. I like to think ...of it as some unusual personality quirk. I am ‘interesting’ because of these idiosyncratic details. I actually, amidst the warped sense of reasoning and flare for cheap shit, think that my brand of stealing is ‘cute.’ I mean, here is how I feel about it. I am not rationalizing, as that would take too much energy and I am lazy. I don’t like to. When Pinky had got her breath back, she tried to measure her waist, but therewas no way she was going to be able to read it directly she could not bendforward due to the rigid corset and anyway she could not see downwards pastthe two mountains that now resided on her chest. Not to be beaten, Pinky movedslowly back to the mirror, her masters eyes following her as her skirt shimmiedbelow her sharply indented waist. In front of the mirror she held the tapemeasure tight and read off twenty three. " Well, I'm not going to take this crap. Yeah, I'll work here until I getenough, and then I'll quit to go back to school. But I'll be damned ifI'll come back here when I'm done. This company can go screw itself."He stood up. I wasn't short, but the ex-linebacker towered over me. Hethrust out his hand, making me stick out mine or look like a jerk. Hegrabbed it in his paw and shook it like it meant something -- and maybeit did. In a company where shifty-eyed tools in business suits prowledthe. He pulled his finger out and admired the glistening juice her hole and left on it and he then slide it straight inside Alices tighter younger hole, Alice continued to hold her pussy open as the tramp administered three thrust of his grubby finger before pulling out and stepping back. I was then powerless to stop him as he told the other three tramps to do the same to my whores. I watched as each of the other three tramps fingered their clean pussies with their fingers covered in dirt. The tramp.