He remembered reading the magazine that featured Chris Moneymaker during an interval in his qualifying satellite. It had said that before he had comme...nced his journey to poker stardom that year, he had rubbed along the green baize for good luck. Well, Daniel thought to himself as he stood there, if that small superstitious gesture was good enough for Moneymaker, it was good enough for him. He leant over the table and mimicked Moneymaker’s motion. Standing back up, he then ran his strong hands. You'd be the prison Barbie fuck-doll. Nothing I demand of you could possibly compare to the hell ofprison. At least here at school you're free to just be a cute collegegirl. And don't even think about hurting me or hurting yourself. Mydad already has contracts on your family set up, so if anything happens,they'll all die slow, painful, tortured deaths. Do you understand?"Wendy paused to allow the horror of prison life and the helplessness ofmy situation to sink in. I needed time to absorb. Murmured, “Sahib.”An okay try - he got the Hindu subservience right, but missed the gender. Oh well, 15.Vanessa was well prepared, had the résumés in front of her. A list of gently probing questions. Thanks to Sullivan & Sullivan Research, we also had their real backgrounds. Minor busts - marijuana, public intoxication, a loud boyfriend spat. No convictions with these first three.Walker, Pilar, and I sat quietly, this was Vanessa’s show.I wasn’t surprised at her skill. She started with softball. "Me?" asked. "What about her?" I want her too," he said, looking at Laura. "But you first. I never felt anything like that beautiful ass of yours."He turned Karen over onto her stomach and began kneading her swelling, smooth, dark buns with both hands. She did have a perfect ass, and Laura knew how he felt. While she watched, his huge cock began to stiffen again. In seconds it was as hard as a pipe, thumping and twitching.He began to saw it up and down in the crack between Karen's round, black.