Chapter Thirteen
Victoria’s Secret
“Follow me,” directed my prospective owner Victoria coldly, leading the way into her spacious penthouse apartment. Palms sweating, heart pounding, I obeyed. Then at brusque gesture from her I stepped aside. She swept closed and locked the door behind us with a finality that was chilling.
She was big and hot and red all over, this wealthy Irish sss: boots of soft leather that added another four inches to her already imposing six foot two-inch height and rose to just below her knees before stylishly folding over; a shiny thigh-length raincoat that belted tightly around her slim waist, emphasizing her flaring hips, bulbous ass, broad shoulders and impressive breasts; all of this overtopped by a wondrously luscious cascade of naturally wavy cherry-colored
