. He snapped as his hand squeezed tighter on her bra cover mound of tit flesh, "Don't fuck with me bitch, we had you followed so we know exactly who y...ou are!" As if to reinforce his point he held the sharp edge of the blade to her throat and smiled no not so much a smile as a leer.Fearing she may be cut, Zelda forced herself to stay quiet; but as soon as the threat of the knife was moved from her throat, she again began, "you have made a terrible mistake, I am not Andrea, I am Zelda. If you. Hubby built the booth mostly to enjoy the fun and excitement of me being groped by as many strangers as possible but it turned into a great income producing opportunity as well.It is a frame of PVC pipes about 7 foot tall 4 foot square. He covered it in a thick black double curtain with slits cut into the curtain. We usually will set the booth up outside of strip clubs. I go inside the booth drop my robe so im fully naked. My hubby then follows in behind me and secures my arms and hands over my. Harmon," I said as she opened the door that evening."Hi, John. Won't you come in?" Mrs. Harmon seemed surprisingly cordial. "Melissa's not quite ready. Where are you two headed tonight?" Well, I had Tracey fix me a picnic dinner for two. I have a nice spot picked out. Missy and I still have a whole bunch of talking to do." I imagine you do, John," Mrs. Harmon replied. She started to leave the room, but then turned back to me and sighed. "I am a proud, stubborn and headstrong woman, John, but I. She much preferred to stay in bed, either alone or with company, leaving its warmth and comfort only occasionally to raid her mini fridge for snacks or to lean out of her window and smoke. Once the sun went down and the curtain of night fell though, that's when she functioned best.She could bash out a three thousand word essay on ancient Greek poetry in a couple of hours and then do whatever the hell she liked for the rest of the night. Most of all though she loved the silence and isolation the.