I need a job. No one else in town will even speak to me, I have nowhere else to go." Word on the street is, you're broke and pregnant," he said, eying... the woman who had pleasured him several times since that initial evening."I'll do ANYTHING!" Ellen sobbed, "just please don't turn me away. I slept in the livery stable last night. The smithy caught me this morning and threw me out. Please!" Are you showing yet?" No, not for a while." All right then, you can work the room on the far end of the. Karenmarie fit right in. She was not overly attractive but was eager to please. She was highly sexed and that was a bonus. Her photos were printed in many ot the sex trade magazines ad newspapers found on the street corner vending boxes in Las Vegas. She worked in the outcall business for several years until she became a crack addict. The d**gs had a negative effect on her looks and she ended up working the sidestreets of downtown Las Vegas, trolling for drive bys for a quick fuck or blow job. We need to talk..I don’t think you understand,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly. “Lets just forget it, shall we,” I replied, “before your wife gets involved. She knows something is going on, you know.” We returned to the dining room via the French windows. People were just taking their seats around the table. “Where have you been Richard?” Lady Helens formidable voice called out from the other end of the dining table. He looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Her piercing gaze. Several more slaps to my face followed as he jerked my head back after each blow. Letting go of my hair he turned to Tiffany, slapped her tits hard, “On your knees you fuckin’ nigger” he demanded of her and down she went. Moving in front of her, he looked back at me, “Get a chair and some rope” he said and off I went. Looking down at Tiffany, “So, you like white cunt nigger?’ he said to her. “Yes master” she replied, “I like fuckin’ white cunt” I heard her say as I returned. Placing the.