I don't squeal, or scam. I got friends. I get by. I still stop by and talk with him sometimes, and he feeds me, gives me some clothes or a little mone.... It makes him feel good to help me. I know, because he told me that it did. I feel good when I help other people too.How do I get so many friends? It isn't all one way. I help people out, and they remember me, and help me out back. One lady, I tripped the punk who had just snatched her purse, and it went flying. I got to it first, and just then. She could feel two pairs of eyes watching as she finally untied the knot in her shirt. Now all that was covering her breasts were the flaps of the shirt, which she pulled apart, and shrugged from her shoulders, as her audience watched with bated breath. She casually draped the shirt over the wooden seat, and then turned in profile to the clothes she had selected, and slowly reached up to unhook one of the items from the hanger. She knew that she was now perfectly visible in profile, her arms. Still, Lavi laid back and let me work it while she enjoyed Melissa’s tongue. I watched Lavi’s face and waited until I saw her breath quicken until she got tenser and I scooted up so that my legs were pressing her tits up towards her face.She understood immediately and took my cock in her mouth. She jerked me as she sucked on my head and occasionally lost focus obviously having trouble dealing with the sensations Melissa was giving her while sucking me. When she lost track I helped out by. Fuck it I thought who is this now; some sales representative or whatever, to my surprise is was Mel.She was crying and looked a right mess her makeup had run down her cheeks and she was in a right state, I pulled her in and said, “whatever is wrong why are you like this” to which she blabbed out some incompressible replay.“Come in sit down drink this” handing her my coffee and tell me what is wrong, I went to the kitchen got some tissues She started to tell me she had done all she could to keep.