Just as I was setting my drink back to the coaster, and lighting another smoke –“I did somrthing rrally damned stupid. I’m in a hjam and I’m t...oo embarrassed to discuss it with any of my friends. Can I call you?*something, really, jam”I puffed and grinned and typed...‘You have a standing invitation, anytime, S. Still the same number.’Her manicured French nails often produced typos and I knew she much preferred to talk whenever possible.Two breaths later, my cell phone vibrated gently in its. Her lack of enthusiasm meant that she was punished from time to time, but no more than most such slaves. Meanwhile, she had little time for looking after her offspring.Fortunately for the baby, there was a five year old orphan girl in the harem, Princess Marianne, who was going through a phase of being extremely interested in babies. She quickly annexed the new arrival and treated her as a doll to be dressed and undressed, fed, bathed, and generally mothered. As Marianne was the daughter of one. “Huh, oh yeah, thanks.”She took her coffee and hurried out of the coffee shop. Back in the sunlight, she felt better. Her imagination must really be playing tricks on her, she thought. She sipped her coffee and went to sit on a bench. People walked by, going about their business without a care. The paper bag crinkled in the breeze. Idle chatter filled the air, relaxing her. She liked people and people watching was always fun. A man in a suit must be going to a business brunch. A woman in a. Then the fates decided to curse me as my phone showed only 3% battery, i could feel my anger boil but kept my cool. Just as i had given up hope of any intresting events over the next 2 hours the door opened in a cautious manner and the last person i thought i would see entered. She just looked amazing wearing a mini skirt that hugged her perfect ass tightly and an amazing top that just squeezed her tits together. That body was amazing. She stood at 5'9, blonde and truly God had been generous in.