So I got a job first at a gas station and that lasted about 8 months and then we got robbed when I was working a night shift and so I quit there after...that. Then I got a job where I work now part time making pizzas and for the rest of what I make I get from freaky, nasty, dirty older men and desperate guys wanting boy dick for a reasonable rate. Usually we go to my room where I am but sometimes they take me home or to another motel or hotel, or to a dark place to park their car and they suck. We texted the guys about where they wanted to meet, and then went and got on the elevator. Everyone must have been leaving their rooms for dinner because the elevator was packed. It was probably a good thing because if we would have had it to ourselves Im sure our make-up would have gotten smeared and clothing out of place. After we stepped in the elevator, turned our backs and stared at the numbers above the door, like everyone else does, we heard someone whisper to someone, Models. We both. And I’m going to kill someone tonight. I’ve been after that bozo for ages. His name is Lenny Forester, and he’s an annoying Black guy I ran into on the bus three months ago. He was really rude to me and I don’t tolerate that. I can’t stand people with bad manners who act as though the world revolves around them. Of course, you can’t dispatch people into the next world for being rude. Otherwise the world population would be drastically trimmed down, right? I looked into Lenny’s life, and I liked. Whenever my daughters bring some random boy or boyfriend into the house to get laid, the remaining family take part in the action. It is always a funny and thrilling experience every time to give the strangers we are about to share the ultimate shock. You should look at their faces when we all look at them all lusty.We are glad that we had broken all the family bonding shackles bullshit and enjoy what we love the most. I have read somewhere in the Quran (and I’m sure it’s there in the Bible as.