..”She sat back, stiffened her lower jaw and threw him a harsh glare. Pushing up her glasses she said, “I’m not a hooker.”Brander froze moment...rily, then grinned, shaking his head. “I wasn't implying that you were a hooker… honest.”He’d been to Vegas too often not to be able to identify a local prostitute. Though a bit brash, there was a freshness about her that distanced her far, far away from the seedy hooker type. Her attire --a simple and pretty royal-blue party dress and suede pixie ankle. She felt the hard slippery purple veined prick of the animal brush up against her inner legs poking at her meat desperately wanting to start fucking the bitch. ?Dear god please don't let this happen! Not me! Please god help me!? she thought. Axle?s dick poked into her pink lips, for a moment he paused. Then slipped the head of his dick upward away from her honey box and aim for more tender meat. ?FUCK NO! GET OFF!? She screamed bloody murder when it became obvious to her fear riddle d. I let her go and she slowly unbutton what was left of her open shirt, and she looked in my wardrobe for a shirt, i grabbed her and threw on the bed, she tried to get up and slammed her down and flipped her round and kissed her neck she kept trying to get up and i kept slamming her down, i ripped her bra off with my teeth and at this point she stop resisting, i turned back around and i kissed her and she started talking dirty, asking (how many pussy u licked with that dirty mouth) so i kissed. Her eyes had turned down to see what her fingers did - which was anervous plucking at a button of her shirt."They told you?" Lucian said, lifting his eyebrows. "Who are they? Doeseverybody know what you did?"Charlie's eyes returned to his. They shone with moisture."Of course they do," she said. "All Barbs do it, if needed."He found no words, and it made her nervous."I should have known you're different," she said. "That you wouldn'tunderstand. That's why they told me not to tell you... I'm so.