This excludes me though, since I've been working here for many months and not once have I given into pressure. This is probably because I always take ...hings at my own pace.I am the best model at the agency, with more than just a few magazines dedicated to my curvaceous form. All seems perfect right? My house is nice and easily paid for, my work is enjoyable and makes it easy to pick up men, but it's... lonely. No one really knows me, they all say how pretty I am and how lucky I am to be here,. Simple.It was detestable what I plotted. I despised myself for even thinking it, but I knew when Marilyn discovered Carson fucking some other bitch, he would be history. I was going to sacrifice every bit of self-esteem and pride I ever had but I knew what I planned was the only way to force them apart. I had to make sure Marilyn found Carson fucking another girl, and I had the right girl in mind.I turned on my charm, one of my puberty driven personalities; the sugar-sweet nymph rose to the. “Sure I’ll fuck you, get your ass on that bed bitch,” the tattooed giant commanded, as he removed his pants and boxers. Hannah miserably crawled back over to the large mattress. She tried to ignore the countless lewd comments the other bikers made about her upturned vagina and asshole. When she got to the bed she pulled herself onto it and laid on the edge with her back to the men, waiting for the next Outlaw to use her. “Turn around whore, get on your back and spread your fucking legs,” the. “Where do I have to apply this?” Mom asked.I seemed to have lost my tongue. Speaking “vagina” in front of my mom was definitely awkward. She kept staring at me questionably. “Down there where you feel dry,” I muttered.“What? Pls be clear and speak fast son.”“On your vagina to keep it lubricated” I finally managed to speak out.My mother giggled and thanked me. I left her bedroom.Around 5 pm, I felt it was time to wake mom up. I went to her bedroom and knocked. No reply. I went inside. The scene.