Turn off his phone cause them hoes keep churpin it.Tell me that I get the fattest pussy in the whole world and if I let him eat it I can be his o girl...Fuck I look like turning down some head I mean that's sorta like a bird turning down some bread.You can eat it like a treat, you can squirt it, you can skeet, I'm a freak I love to beat just don't get none in my sheets.But every time I pop the cuchi gucci start chokin me now I kinda scared I got a feelin gucci stalkin me.Sex game kinky, niggas. So we went back to the hotel and ate and spent the evening in the bar.At seven the next rain-soaked morning, we were sitting in Colin's car with our tame DC outside Neil Holt's house. It was a large, nineteen-thirties detached. He had done well for himself. We listened to the radio and the drumming of the rain on the roof, and at ten our Mr Holt arrived with a woman who we assumed rightly was his wife. We let him get inside and gave him another ten minutes before knocking on the door."Here we. He was tired and didn’t feel like arguing. He’d spent an hour in his car thinking about his life after being asked to leave work. He had wondered how he ended up getting sent home from his job.“How did you end up there?”“I drove around for a while and couldn’t think of any other place to go,” Daryl answered with a tired shrug of his shoulders.“Oh.” There wasn’t too much for her to say. Daryl was basically a stay at home kind of man and didn’t wander off on his own very often.Daryl went to the. ”Now, I had never been told that I couldn’t ‘speak without permission’, but I knew there was no point in arguing. I wouldn’t win.Emma, however, seemed appalled. “You are going to leave him like this, without relief?”“Oh yes, I do it frequently. It keeps him in line and makes him much more eager to please the next day.” Just for the record, I am ALWAYS eager to please. Pfft.“But ... isn’t it, I dunno, painful or something?” Emma pressed.“No, he’ll get over it,” - says HER - “And if he doesn’t, I.