Then as she struggled to regain her breath; her pimp took hold of her blouse and ripped it straight down the front; the sound of ripping material soun...ded so loud in her ears and she felt her pimps eyes devouring her ample tit flesh. Then she struggled as the torn blouse was dragged down her arms; no sooner did her blouse hit the floor than her bra was ripped from her body; as the bra strap snapped her tits bounced free, much to the amusement of her pimp. Next her skirt was dragged down her legs. The images I was seeing didn’t come with dollar signs. They were simply for my pleasure. I knew my paid work would suffer if I brought home the new glass, but I put it in my box anyway. They were perfect pieces. The obsession took over every now and again. My life was always better for it. Customers suffered in the delays, but happiness was important. I knew I would be cutting flower petals that night. I spent a lot of time in the back room. I found a few streaky blue panels that would be. Mmm, I like that.”“A woman is a fine instrument,” Chaun said, his voice so smooth, like silk on my ears. “I was trained to be a master at playing all instruments and making them sing.”“You studied well,” purred Angela.Her pink tongue swirled about the midnight-black tip of his cock. I licked up his shaft, my tongue brushing her lips. I tasted his salty precum, sighing in delight as our lips met in a kiss about the tip of his cock.We both sucked as Angela groaned and shuddered on Chaun's lips.. I quit my job from a place where I was the fair-haired boy to go into business for myself. I talked my wives (yes, for all intents and purposes, I have two wives) into accepting responsibility for a 175 year old plantation that doesn’t grow anything but termites. I took over some obscure organization that was being run by an eighty-five year old woman, invested every penny I have along with a fair amount of money from my wives to fix up a tumble-down wreck of a house, dropped everything and.