But over time she's learned to be at peace with herself. She knows what she's doing isn't right. She knows she's as much to blame for forcing these gi...rls into prostitution as anyone. But she also knows that if she didn't do it, then they would only be sold to someone else, and that that could be a thousand times worse. No. At least if they were with her, she could make it tolerable for them. Her girls are the lucky ones. She knows they are lucky because she has seen what goes on elsewhere. She. Randall and Carol ... go home and rest up, or whatever.”There was a moment of tension, then laughter.He continued, “Rehearsal starts at six tonight – be here no later than 5:15, please. Take care of that wig, Carol. Take care of Carol, Randall ... go home, you two. God, your children will be so beautiful.”That made Carol blush a little. I grabbed her hand and gave her a big kiss and said, “He’s right you know, we will have beautiful children.”On our way back to the theatre, I decided to broach. This was always accompanied by a sharp intake of breath and that exquisiteexpression the young ladies made as their salty sweat mingled with the oozingblood seeping from those newly raised welts. That certainly stirred the royalscepter. Then again one couldn't help but admire the crisp crackle of soft feminineflesh as a glowing iron sank slowly deeper. The heartening howls of anguishthat accompanied such an occasion always filled his dark soul with glee. It was all much more than any young King. ”She is tall, sun tanned, with short blond curly hair, very voluptuous and I guess a full size 14 body.I note her stiletto heels as I take in what she is wearing for me.Her full-length diaphanous see-through pink negligee is almost touching her feet.As she moves I note that it is split at the sides way up past the tops of her brilliant long legs and wonderful thighs to the level of her elbows, teasing me with lots of bare flesh.And I can see her large erect nipples and trimmed black pubic hair.