She hesitated another minute until a swift kick struck her left breast leaving a dark shoe mark on her blouse. Eporner Mrs. Finally, she braided her hair into long pigtails like a school girl and put on her pearl necklace. “You went to a tattoo parlor? Oh, and smile my sweet. Reluctantly she continued sucking up and down worried that he might actually shoot in her mouth. She even started rubbing her own clit; it was easy to get at because of the short skirt and no panties. A car screeched away and she wept most of the night. I’m hungry.” John did his polite routine again. Still, she wondered what this bastard John had meant when he said she would have to pay for her drug. I mean it. By the time her husband, George, came home at 11pm, she finally had herself under control; her eyes dried and make-up covering the redness.
