The Mafia King's Toy
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a peanut from the
riend exp
into my mouth and ch
mall
n with my thumb and my index.
her white wine and wrinkles her
swallow. "It's when you talk like a
once had a client I had to dress in a tutu for. And every time
ed to be whipped while I talked to in
reeps." Jenna say
er them to the br
s, munchin
he counter and I take it, closin
way. Apparently, he has a
hope he is not to
't look at him too much rule, I guess he is an ugly goblin with a
he worst." Jenna
to me as long
d she clings her glass
, but unfortunately, speaking the truth often gets people angry. And I'm certainly no people pleasure that just tells you what you want to hear. Well, at least not for free. Jenna is a total contrast to my appearance. In and out. Her dark hair and hazel eye
ld have made until n
ddle-class family and, as I got from her so far, she still has a really good relationship with her parents. She
grew up on the streets like me, but som
my home, f
slightly off the barstool, showing her my faint
ntom pain st
leg down. "Yeah.
as she looks back
e back
, but yet not the worst fetish I had to endure. I'm not the gal to be scared off easily, but this episode sits deep. I'm ac
glasses? Why aren't they empt
the counter. Driving a hand through his long
and actually hella successful pub downtown. As I got accepted as Jenna's bestie by him, I got an extra friend. An awesomely handsome extra friend in an exhaustingly good temper. He is the
work tomorrow." I squeeze his arm, but he rolls his eyes
him right away, he leans forward, his blue eyes flashing mischiev
ready steps away to tak
erything about the king of the world a
right away." I giggle