He tells me that his Master found him working as a prostitute his mother sold him to one of her johns his Master paid her once a week for a year so he... didn’t have to work the street. He also told me that his mother beat him and once she noticed that he liked it and made him cum. Michael- I can’t believe I am telling this maybe it would help her. My mother let her pimp beat me and tie me up liked it, she wouldn’t let him fuck me and when she died I had nowhere to go I knew her pimp was going to. My Goddess... I love you, and the best birthday present I could imagine would be you and me in a hotel in Chicago. You said that you'd like Lynette to join us, and that's fine. I don't feel that way about Sherry, and bringing her along with or without the two of you would make me miserable!" You mean... ?" Kristen, you are my love. You can't give me Sherry; she's being forced on me. It's not the same. I said that I've given up feeling guilty about the tickets, but throwing Sherry and me. "Oh, that sounded as sexy as fuck. I love all that Thor and Conan stuff. I swear, there were four women at the table and you could hear our vaginas sigh in unison as Judy's beeper literally beeped at that exact moment."Okay," she clapped. "Time to go, newbies," she said as she got to her feet. "Miss Tibbs wants to see us in records. Not you, Frank. Data is not until tomorrow. Looks like you get a long lunch. Nice meeting you, Miss Peterson."Oh. Okay. Bye-bye. And then it was just the two of us.. My intercom beeped and Eleanor announced Tamara’s arrival for my birthday lunch; a moment later she walked in and headed straight for the desk leaning all the way across it deliberately affording a generous view of her cleavage as she did so. “Happy Birthday, Chris!” she declared placing a small gift-wrapped box on the desk before kissing me softly on the lips.“Mmm… interesting underwear!” I replied as she stood up. She was dressed in what could only be described as a black pinstripe ‘power’.