“Oh yes, and she owes her dealer twenty thousand pounds,” he suggested. “I used to respect you!” he said. Indian porn “Over fifty thousand,” Kitty said enigmatically, the actual sum was nearer a hundred even after tax, “After tax and oh, and I’m Raymond’s new celebrity recruitment executive!”
“Makes my two thousand sound like a drop in the ocean,” Paul suggested. “Oh yes I do,” Kitty replied, “I have an eight o’clock and a ten this evening.”
“Really” Ariel asked. “Oh yes I do,” Kitty replied, “I have an eight o’clock and a ten this evening.”
“Really” Ariel asked. “But the law has changed, sex work has been legitimised,” Kitty explained, “I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“That’s your opinion,” he retorted. Kitty couldn’t believe her ears as the security guard crudely suggested she wear her id tag on a ring through her cunt lips “Because you’re a whore now!”
“Look I’m here to see Mr Tim Raymond,” Kitty insisted indignantly, “Your Boss” she added and as the guard ushered her inside the back door and pointed up the stairs she realised he was exactly right and yes, she was a whore, she slept with men for money and that made her a whore.