It was Chrissy, in fact, who had figured out how to beat the system. A man had come in to buy a copy of “Blond Buxom Bitches” and Chrissy calmly t...old him that while she couldn’t touch the magazine, she could take his money. So he held the mag, and she rang it up and he left.In response to his warning she said simply “OK” and put the magazine back in the rack. He thought it was a little odd though. He went into the back room to make himself a cup of coffee. He had what amounted to an apartment. She started dancing to the rock music, thrusting her hips in jerking motions with the beat. All she had on was a tight blue knit top that clung to her braless tits and a pair of cutoff blue jeans. Her black hair flew from left to right as she danced faster and faster.Her hands slid up the front of her top and cupped her tits. And then she stopped dancing. She sat against the long wooden table in the dining room and moved her tits up and down, closing her fingers tight around her huge mounds of. “Well I’m done.” Said the whore. “I need your clothes too.” “but what am I supposed to wear?”. Asked the whore. “You can where my clothes and use the money to buy more.” The whore stepped out of her black panties and handed them to Terry who slid them up his hairless legs. She next unzipped her PVC dress and gave it to Terry to put on. Lastly she unzipped her black thigh high boots and stepped out of them. The whore now stood completely naked while Terry now looked like a common street whore.. And I really do have a lot of work, and oh, yes, Sonia keeps asking me about you, and trying to be friendly, and that's such a good feeling, her wanting to know my secret I mean... ' She was wanting me to help her along I guess, but a head full of grass ain't the best foundation. Jeez, how she did talk. Beautiful voice or no, more than a semester would drive me clean outa my skull. She took a deep breath and started over.'Uh, you have a lot of girlfriends, don't you, Doug?' Hell, not that.