Delivery of Fate
Yonda Ross said, lifting herself from the couch and heading into her room to change out of her sweats that she found comfortable to lazy about in.
“Now, what to wear?” Yonda asked herself as she gazed into her closet and decided on a white tank top and mini skirt with black gogo boots. She removed the sweats; amazingly, her figure matched a fashion model. With her red hair shoulder length and great complexion, any man would want her to be his. The problem was she was always the one in control. She was the dominatrix in every relationship she previously had. Even the man she was to see tonight was one of her sex slaves, so she fantasized about having the CEO being putty in her hands when she
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