Angelique couldn’t help to shake the feeling that somewhere under that cold, Russian Mobster mentality was the soft, caring man. Her punishments wer...e all justifiably a result of her actions. When she acted out against him, although reasonably so, she was met with punishment. When she tried to escape, again, reasonably so, she was met yet again with punishment. She would be lying if she didn’t admit his humiliating tasks excited her. When he fucked her ass in front of his men before sending them. I took in a deep breath of satisfaction.Suddenly, the doors of flat the next to mine opened and out stepped a simply beautiful figure. She was Jennifer Chow, a Thai airhostess who had moved next door only a few months ago. Even though I had insisted on calling her Ms. Chow, she had told me that we could only be "friends" if I called her Jennifer, her first name. Yes, was indescribably beautiful with a perfect Coke-bottle figure and beautiful eyes. Her smile could knock the breath out of anyone. She was at the forefront of the crowd and for some reason, her expression was really weird.Lucas couldn’t quite understand her expression, it seemed extremely complex. Although he was trained in body and face reading, her expression didn’t make much sense, especially given the situation.While he was in the midst of these thoughts, seconds passed and only then did people slowly recover.Caritas suddenly appeared on top of the piano while Lucas was thinking and said.‘Master, did you use any. "Katy was true to her word, for within a few days I had officialgovernment id in the name of Stefanie Flowers and interviews set up fortwo 'suitable' jobs. A friend of hers owned a fancy hotel that needed tohire some maids and another friend that managed a nightclub had openingsfor waitresses. They sounded like such lowly menial jobs that I could notsee them paying much money. With a smirk on her face Katy said theyprovided the opportunity to 'earn money on the side' and suggested that Icould.