"Prince Charles Cinema, Soho, 1.30, screen 1 r20". I made my way to the cinema getting there just before 1.30, I paid my tenner and went in. The film ...was called Drive, but to be honest I didn't care as I had my mind on other things. I spotted her right away, sitting in row 20 on the far side. The cinema was quiet, as usual for the matinee show. My stomach churning as I sat down beside her. She turned and smiled discreetly, we sat silently watching the start of the film, After a few minutes. She was glowing and vibrant and gushing with news. She'd just signed on for a co-op in Flushing, and then she'd lost her job - at Shearson Lehman - but it didn't bother her. She was looking for work as an administrative assistant and was sure she could find it quickly. I agreed. Best of all, she'd done something I'd nagged her about in most of our last conversation - she'd had the doctor do a biopsy of the cyst in her uterus - and it had been removed early enough to insure that she was healthy. .?" AAAAHHHH OOOOOOUUUWWW "the Princess of Power cries as Catra's Power Whip wraps tightly around her longthin neck, cutting off her air supply. Once again the dreaded weaponsends a powerful jolt of energy into the heroine, bleeding off more of hermagical energy and burning her lovely white skin in the process. A deepred welt remains on her neck after Catra retrieves the lash and coils it foranother strike. The helpless heroine, barely able to stand on her legs atthis point, massages her. Oh my fucking shit! Jamming the brush up against her pussy one last time she flopped on her back moaning, her lithe brown legs twitching in the throes of her orgasm. That triggered Kayla. She too had been panting and cussing as her orgasm built, she now jammed three fingers into her pussy and reached down to yank at her thick tuft of jet black pussy hair with the other hand as she came. Oooooooooohhhhhhh…fuck…fuck…fuck” she chanted as she clenched her thighs and collapsed onto Noemi’s belly..