Playfulkitty333
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- Apr 27, 2012
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It was mid October. Kathryn, 'kitty' to her friends, had moved fro a small rural town a few months back. She had hopped to find a good job and start a decent life in the bustling city but had instead ended up and a dingy dinner serving greasy food and living in a run down apartment complex. She hated her situation and it was only getting worse.
Kittty sighed as she flipped through her wallet, realizing that she couldnt afford to pay the rent this month. She knew she'd have to talk to the Landlord, but was worried sick that he's just throw her out. She wondered if there was some deal she could make with him and pay him when she had the cash.
She shook her long brown hair out from it pony tail and put on a little lipgloss before heading out. She was fairly average in most ways. She was pretty, but not gorgeous, slim, but not skinny, and short -only 5'1- but not too short. The only thing above average were her 39DD breasts. She had always considered them more of a nuisance than a blessing, and often felt self conscious of them, even when in a plain tshirt, like she worse now with her faded blue jeans.
She walked down the length of the hallway and down a flight of creaking stairs towards the Landlord's office. She sighed again at the door before tapping her fist on the door.
Kittty sighed as she flipped through her wallet, realizing that she couldnt afford to pay the rent this month. She knew she'd have to talk to the Landlord, but was worried sick that he's just throw her out. She wondered if there was some deal she could make with him and pay him when she had the cash.
She shook her long brown hair out from it pony tail and put on a little lipgloss before heading out. She was fairly average in most ways. She was pretty, but not gorgeous, slim, but not skinny, and short -only 5'1- but not too short. The only thing above average were her 39DD breasts. She had always considered them more of a nuisance than a blessing, and often felt self conscious of them, even when in a plain tshirt, like she worse now with her faded blue jeans.
She walked down the length of the hallway and down a flight of creaking stairs towards the Landlord's office. She sighed again at the door before tapping her fist on the door.