I sobbed from unbearable humiliation before his whore friend. Indian hot sex “Jesus, Leland!” Loretta exclaimed. “We still got ten minutes for the room. Come over here and clean me. “I always been a black bitch to men. He still got my roof and breakfast.”
“Show her your twat.” Leland sounded as if he was mentally counting minutes. My tormented body shook the cot, hips jerking futilely to escape the spearing girth. A flash of concern wiped off his vacant looking face. “Until maybe tomorrow.”
He shook his head and frowned. Prying them apart reveled a flat spot where there should have been a clitoris. Shuffling clothes whispered in my ears. “Do you need a ride?”
“You just want me to drive, so you don’t have to sit on your sorry ass.” He snorted and walked into the neighborhood’s gloom. “I used to ask Leland to be my pimp, when I wasn’t so messed about. “I had to, Pop. I closed the door when feet thudded closer. I sobbed from unbearable humiliation before his whore friend. I’d rather have been forced to have sex near an active garbage dump. “Spread your knees wider, Bitch.”
“OKAY! He looked her over and decided he hadn’t been cheated. He’d kept a blank expression since I met him outside the hotel room’s
