" She was hunched over the deBoers' octagonal bumper pool table. Her bell bottoms hugged her ass (which I had always sort of envied), and flared widel... at her knees, completely covering whatever shoes she was wearing. She had on an orange blouse under a sweater vest. She cocked her arm and took a shot at the balls on the table, and they clicked loudly, caroming off the felt sides of the table."Hey," I said.She turned around. Her long, dark, perfectly feathered hair swung as she turned, and. Bandit and I drove up toward West Memphis to see another dealer and give him and his sales people the incentive checks they’d earned selling my products. They were all tickled at the amount and since there wasn’t a lot going on, most of them scattered to go to the bank or shopping or home or somewhere.I was still hanging around chatting with the cute little secretary at 11:30 and I asked her if she’d let me buy her lunch. She told me she’d love to, but she didn’t go for another thirty. ’ Flashing me that bright grin once more, he sat up straight to look at me. ‘Well, I’m a businessman. Can’t very well get anything accomplished if I wasn’t forward, could I?’ I looked down and shook my head. A determined little bastard he was. ‘Alright then. Tomorrow. Meet me in front of the hotel and then we’ll talk. Sound good?’ ‘What time?’ he quickly responded. ‘Noon,’ I answered. ‘Perfect,’ he replied. ‘See you at noon tomorrow.’ The next morning, I sat in the hotel lobby around noon. (His moans - my squeals)With my hips being pulled hard into his, I couldn't do anything but thinkabout the cock that is being driven deep into my guts, filling me,stretching me, and making my legs quiver this time.A gruff and guttural "You want more of this Leslie?" came from behind me."I think you do." "I gonna give you what you want."I was bent over a table by now, and my Pimp was takin' what was his. Hewas driving hard and rough. The way I've come to need it from him. Hehas made me beg,.