Miss Britts Personal AssistantBitch Part 9 The End
When Miss Britt got any mail from Heathers Leathers in London, i was not allowed to open it. Strict orders. A large envelope came and laid on her desk for 2 days before she finally opened it as i sat at my desk working. It was a magazine size catalog of Heathers Leathers. As she browsed through it she smiled and handed it over to me. "Take a look Lisa, your a model now." As i looked at the catalog, it was basically mens and womens leather clothing, custom made saddles, belts,...