I looked down and saw his sissy dick bouncing up and down with even thrust I gave. He pulled me in and held on to me tightly constantly moaning like t...e sissy his is as I continued to pound him out. I felt his hard cock and soft balls rubbing against my abdominal area. Then I grabbed his legs and body to pick him up and fuck him. I constantly brought his body in using all the strength I had in my arms to get as deep as I could. I could feel his phat ass bouncing off my thighs and it turned me. More sternly and much louder you say “Michelle! What’s wrong?” You’ve rolled off the bed and are standing at the edge. Your hands are out in front of you with your palms up as if to ask a question. I can’t respond. I’m frozen. It’s just pure and raw emotion inside me. Opening my mouth will only set off the stream of tears that I’m trying to fight back. “DAMN IT MICHELLE, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG!” The dam bursts. Yelling at me was the catalyst that caused my tears start flowing uncontrolled.. At the end of the day Guadalupe thought I didn't pay her enough for her sexual services but I assured her it was the same as I would have had to pay one of the local hookers. Being compared to a prostitute didn't sit well with her but was there any difference between her and a prostitute? I certainly didn't think so. I told her to take it or leave it. She took it.I look after myself on the weekends. I cross the border into the U.S. to do my banking and collect my mail from my post office box.. I sighed and got up off the bed. I rummaged through my clothes for a second, then pulled out my phone. The alerts turned out to be totally random. “It’s just Facebook,” I said. “My sister’s friend is getting married today. She apparently invited all the people from my high school, so they’re all tagging each other and shit.” I fiddled with the phone. “How do I turn these alerts off?”“Don’t worry about it,” Chad said. “You’ve got more important things to take care of. Like me.”“Yeah.” .