You walk inside and are instantly greeted by the woman inside. "Hello young man." the old woman says to you with a smile. "How may I help you today?" ...You go up to her and place the necklace in your pocket on the table. "I was just hoping to sell this here." you tell her. The woman looks at the necklace and frowns."Oh my." she says. "Why would you want to sell such a beautiful necklace?"."Well," you sigh, "I bought it for a girl I was with but..she decided she didn't want me anymore, so I don't. "I'll get it," she said and left the bar as Paul and Becky entered the sunken living room.The moment Rebecca Golden saw Mark behind the bar her pulse increased. She had never had sex with another man prior to her therapy with Prinz, but her fantasies had been filled with tall, handsome black men who possessed huge pricks. She saw her husband looking sideways at Coco, and she wondered idly if he was drawn to her sexually.Prinz nodded to the couple and an air of excitement overcame them as they. She was liberated, she celebrated life in her own sophisticated special way, and she was an explorer of humanity for truth and ultimate happiness. This took him to the second conversation in London. Soho in fact. A strange choice he thought for a Duchess. In a restaurant bar called Soho Soho, this was the early 90’s. It was a Friday night. A piano played blues music as they drank, he had asked her how she relaxed. She was on the third wine splitzer. She laughed and told him the more splitzers. He said, "With your beautiful legs, I think you should wear shorter skirts than this. Much shorter."Judy could hardly speak, but managed a weak, "How...how much shorter?"Again, the hands moved devilishly slow, but Judy mentally focused on the fingertips as they inched ever closer to the crotch of her panties. If they stayed on course, they'd hit each of her labia lips. The tingle moved to her pussy. Her labia filled with blood and swelled in anticipation of the collision, both the one in her.