With one hand, Erica reached out to stroke Laura's hair. Laura nuzzled against her lover's hand and wiggled her body to lie against Erica's side. "Yes," she said, in her most convincing lying voice. Erica could never tell when Laura was lying, which was something else Laura loved about her. "You were fantastic. I love you, Erica." She planted a little butterfly kiss on Erica's left tit. She briefly wondered if people would pay to fuck Erica; if Erica would prostitute herself if Laura asked. Probably not a million dollars’ worth of pay, Laura decided. They japan lay like that for a while, in japanese nude companionable silence, until Laura decided she wanted to get up. "I think the kitchen's due for cleaning," she said pointedly to Erica. Erica sighed, but obediently got up and started dressing. She would do the cleaning, Laura knew, because Erica would do anything Laura told her to. Sometimes grumbling, sometimes needing coercion, but Laura always won out. As her lover headed to get the cleaning supplies, Laura pulled on some panties and a loose shirt, and headed for the study. Maybe she could think of a way to deal with these troubling emails. Chapter 2 TERMS OF REPAYMENT Laura's study was a small room at the front of the house; it had a large window that would have looked out into the front garden, were it not for the fact that Laura routinely kept the blinds closed. She didn't need passers-by staring at her while she browsed the internet. The computer itself sat on a pastel pink table, in front of a neon pink chair - in fact, the room generally was colored in shades of pink, including the wall paint - and was decorated with more of Laura's Japanese figurines. A small exotic platoon of amateur little plastic women pouted and beckoned and offered their cleavage to either side of the screen. Laura smiled as she sat down. Her smile vanished when she checked asian her email. There was one new message, and the message was simple: a photo of a knife. So naturally I am more focused on you.” She handed me a large cup, settled herself in the chair across from me, crossed her legs a bit open, and stared at me, expectantly. Mom knows japanese japan we are in here talking about my lusting over your tits?” “You want to use our shower?” I asked. Though he had only known her a short time, Dave had never seen this asian sort of ferocity from Nimue. Coming for a visit soon?” exotic I can hear sounds. Jessica cried, as she felt hands at the waistband of her amateur skirt tugging relentlessly downwards until her skirt and panties were down around her knees. I remember three separate sounds and the slow motion actions that followed each of them. Ronja asked.