He wanted them to be slutty and classy at the same time. He realized that he didn’t know one thing about the clothes and other shit that sexy sluts ...wore. What he needed was some type of bottom bitch or a Madam to look after the sluts, to keep them in line and to buy the clothes and shit that sexy sluts wore.His whole plan to pimp out young white school girls was becoming a reality but now he was beginning to realize that he really knew nothing about pimping. He had one bitch who had agreed to. I knew that spying on my own sister was weird enough, but I was curious to get a peek at what she now looked like. But content with just seeing her boobs wasn't enough as I watched her also quickly glance about before removing her bottoms as well, though she now rolled over onto her stomach, giving me only the briefest glimpse of her totally shaved pubic area. And though she had now concealed her pert breasts and mound, I was treated to the visual of my own sister's lovely tight tanned ass. It. I thoroughly kissed her neck in sync with the moaning pleasures of Rashmi.While sucking her back, I walked reverse, clashing with the stem of a banana tree. The banana tree broke with the force of the clash. I spun her around, pushing her to the stem of the banana tree. I cupped her round face and started kissing her chubby cheeks, small nose, her wide forehead.My lips again locked onto her thick juicy lips. We continued kissing wildly, with her back resting on the stem of the banana tree. She. "Pleasant journey."We crossed the river and stopped to eat at the inn on the other side."That is quite a large knife," Cassandra said.I smiled. "An old fiend," I said, "hardly realize it's there, I've carried it so long." Do you expect trouble?" she asked, looking at me over her cup."Always. Tell me about the pearl." I reached out and touched it, and she never flinched as my big hand approached her mounded chest. The pearl was warm and oddly convoluted, very smooth."Ugly, isn't it," she said..