These were people just like my mother, poor men and women doing whatever honest work they couldfind to put food on the table and dreaming of a better ...uture for their children. No, I couldn't have that on my conscience. Something else I could never have had on my conscience was beinga deadbeat dad. I'd seen how hard it was for my mother on her own, how it ground her down, and I vowed that any child of mine would have a father who was fully involved in their life and who supported them and their. I took them into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. I pressed the cucumber against my clit and rubbed it up and down. The coolness of the cucumber was refreshing, but when I closed my eyes, all I could see was Thomas' enormous tool. I slipped the cucumber inside myself--God it felt good as I lay there, sliding it in and out--but it didn't have the girth of Thomas... I slipped it out and tried the banana--not that it was any bigger, but only so I could... moisten it. I slipped the banana back. I had a little time to clean up and make sure my makeup was done again, then I had another "customer" come in. This one wanted a blow job. I hated myself for doing it, but I gave him one, afraid that the pimp would hurt me pretty badly if I didn't. I'd never realized how bad some women had it, how weak and helpless they could be, and I was getting a first hand lesson. When I was done giving the guy the blow job, I could still taste it in my mouth, and hated it. I found the purse of the girl I. Princess,” sarcastically…..then speaking an writing much slower, “but I can also be quick with a bit of co-operation"He leans back against the car, looking her over, making her feel as though she is naked, then asks with a smirk, “So Princess, where are you off to in such a hurry, hmmm?” “That’s my business“, as she looks at her watch again, taking a deep breath. “Sweetheart?” I have all night, you obviously don't, so please, cooperate. She tries a different approach. In a soft voice almost a.