." Joe tried again."Make-up, dresses, hair!" her voice rose along with the list. "I mustbe insane to think..." Col, please, I...." Joe held his hands ...ut."NO, I MUST BE ON THE RAG!" she turned and slammed the door closedbehind her.Joe stood there, his chest still red-marked from the adhesive andremover. He tried to think if there was a way out. Right now he knewthe one thing he couldn't do was go into that bathroom. He decided togo get himself a coffee and try and clear some of the cobwebs.. He was happy because he paid 200 for just pussy before. This time he got the dirt. He cruised up slowly as I walked down Drouillard, swinging my hips in a lazy high heel scr****g way. I dressed for the part, torn white t shirt with the appropriate stains, slinged up in a halter barely containing my slightly sagging tits. Blue denim skirt, well-worn so my ass cheeks peeked through the frays. Fleshy legs flexed with muscle all the way down to the perfectly shiny six inch black pumps I chose for. Stephen watches as the woman above him has her milk almost running down in streams over her body while sliding up and down. Then faster and faster she is moving, almost in a blur her pussy was squeezing his cock and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Oh Meg, I am close, I am about to cum”, he started to protest. He did not want to cum in a stranger, he knew nothing about her and if she was safe to do that.Meg looks down at her son and with even more force slide her body down and laid her. For them, it was a sellers’ market, and I was the merchandise.With that, there was a pang in my heart as I thought of the girl I did love. Where had she gone and why? What’s more, why couldn’t my grandfather or I find her? What was going on here? She couldn’t have had the resources herself to simply vanish.I heard my Father call my Mother to the phone.Then I heard her voice gushing as she asked, “Son, just when are you coming home? We all just miss you. Don’t just keep us waiting here. I just.