Some are called whores, some aren’t. Indian hot sex I’ll meet you there, in a few minutes. “Please, I promise. At least I was going to get to paddle Mindy’s ass. We made it to the restaurant and were seated. I was about to get up to go find her when the sound system started blaring the start of Motley Crue’s Girls, Girls, Girls; a strip club classic and my all time favorite. I made small talk with cab driver, watching my money tick away for about 30 minutes. I just can’t go home with my butt looking like it has been whipped!”
“You’re trying to make a deal with the devil. I was desperately trying to push deep in to Mindy’s ass, feeling compelled to seek one more micro inch of Mindy’s bowel, with my final thrust. And speaking of banging, where the hell was Mindy? She had the waiter bring two shots of Jack Daniels before dinner, (she did not even offer to share) nearly a full bottle of wine with dinner, and another shot of JD right as we were leaving.
