If he’d just offered me money straight up for sex, I’d have turned him away. I was straight, despite my fantasy dress. Something about his urban b...nter lulled me into thinking he was just playing a game like me. I gave in and climbed into his car. Foolish mistake. I learned that when you dress like a ’ho, guys treat you like a ’ho. Black men don’t take shit from ho’s. He leered at my humongous tits, peppering me with promises of a good time. He pushed open the door and patted the seat. I. Anyway,about 10 miles out my husband said, “Okay Paula, youlittle cunt. I think you should show Steve yourappreciation for being seen with a slut like you inpublic.”God, I was WET as I pulled his shorts down. Steve’scock was nicer than I had thought; my husband hadnothing on Steve as far as length. Steve was a goodseven inches plus.But before I went down on him, my husband pulled myskirt up over my back so my ass was waving in the winda little bit. God, I was hot! As I went. I can't get him or Madeline to talk about it, either. They can't--or won't--explain what's behind all this, except they've agree to let Marilee say here. They admit that it's probably for the best that she won't go back to Kansas City." How did she get here?" Greyhound bus to Wenatchee. She called us from there. I drove down to pick her up. All she had with her was a suitcase and a small purse."Ken's shop was lined with shelves holding an array of taxidermy stuff: plaster molds which he'd. As soon as I saw her coming, I told dad to get out, dry himself off slowly, shave his face, and then come out into the bedroom naked. Vanessa arrived and we sat on the bed together to chat. She was also wearing a sexy little white sundress. It looked totally stunning on her beautiful black skin. A few minutes later, he walked out into the room naked.When she saw him, she jumped up and started yelling at him, went over and slapped his face. He looked like he was about to argue, but I just stared.