Marco hadn't had a customer in ten minutes and looked like he might be ready to move on when Mandy reached him.Marco watched as Mandy crossed the street. His eyes drank in the view of her slightly jiggling breasts. He looked her over intently as she stepped onto the sidewalk in front of him. "Can I help you, Sweetness?" Marco asked."That depends. Are you the guy who sells Nirvana?" Maybe." My boyfriend, Tommy, said the guy would be on this corner at this time. We need some more stuff," Mandy said nervously.Marco looked at Mandy intently. Mandy shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. Marco put his hand on his chin and thought."How much do you want?" "Um, four vials. That's what Tommy said to ask for." How much money did Tommy send?"Mandy reached into her back pocket and pulled out an envelope and handed it to Marco. "I don't know. He just said to give this to you."Marco took the envelope, opened it and began counting the money.Rhodes and. Instead, I felt a cold shudder run through me and the room was just beginning to spin out of control. I couldn't catch my breath, couldn't understand what the hell was happening to me. I looked around, trying to find something to hold onto, some shred of normalcy to a completely wrong situation.I wasn't to find one as my eyes lit upon the other slave in the room.She was sitting in position, her long blonde hair flowing in whirls and curls down her back. Her face was an oval, slightly long, but with a pointed chin. Her nose was long and thin, upturned just slightly at the end. She had blue eyes the color of a cloud-less sky and they were watching me silently. Her lips were small and thin, turned down in worry. She had high cheekbones pulling her pale skin taught.She was larger in the bust than either of my sisters, her breasts a firm and steady D-cup. They looked huge on her slight frame, even though there was just the tiniest roll of flesh around her mid-section. I couldn't see her.
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