I had opened a fake bank account. That account was filled with clean money. The deposits there were from a few commercial accounts, some drug money fr...om non existent cash customers, and some money from the 2nd chance store. Even Trina didn’t know how she fit into my money cleaning.There were no cameras in the store, so Lucy had befriended a black woman. The black woman’s job was to go into the shop, and buy items with my stickers on them. She used cash that I provided. The reason Lucy picked. That was amazing. Oh Sasha, how can I thank you for that."She motioned with her finger for me to come to her as I approached her; I got on my knees and kissed her boots as she chuckled a few times at me."I knew you were submissive the moment I made eye contact with you." Yes, Sasha, I...I like being submissive." I want you to look at my pussy."I stared at her pussy as she parted those beautiful lips, the sight of her pussy excited me before but now my cock remained limp. As I continued to stare. One in particular cathes your eye. There is some real Canadian Maple Syrup in a bottle perfectly shaped for precision pouring, circular,slim at the top and widening to the base. You snatch it up and put it in your mouth like you are sucking it off. Which in a way you are doing. You are cleaning it, warming it, and lubricating it all in the same incredibly sexy movement. All the time your other hand never takes the fingers out of your pussy, right up until the moment you judge it to be clean,. As she took him into her mouth she looked up through her hanging hair to meet his eyes. With eyes locked she moved lower, engulfing all of him within her…so wet…so warm…her lips around him. ‘Elizabeth?’ he asked. She slowly raised her head while intentionally allowing her teeth to gently scrape his shaft, ‘yes David.’ ‘May I move my arm?’ With a mock stern look she considered his request, ‘if you must, but only one.’ As she returned her lips to his body, his hand found her back and gently.