Plus all the welts and scars from your beatings and torture. A real fun life.’ Answered Margo Carol knew she was done. There were no options left. C...mpany slut or pain slut. It wasn’t very hard to choose. She said, ‘Alright you win. What do I have to do? Margo walked over and slapped her across the face hard enough to knock her off her feet. Carol fell into the leather chair behind her. ‘What is that for? I told you, you win.’ Margo walked over and ripped Carol’s blouse open. She wasn’t. Ussne kaha mein jaane k liye thori na aaya hu….mmaine pucha matlab toh bola mujhe aapko kuch dikhana hai. Maine bola dikhao toh usne meri nangi photo mujhe dikhai.Main ekdum ghabra gai ki ye iske pass kaha se aai, kab aai. Maine bhohaut koshish ki ki ussse cell le ke delete kr du, per who bauhaut smart tha. Mobile snatch krte te tym wo mere chuchi chune laga….maine usse dhakka diya toh bola “didi ji aab dhakka dogi toh ye photo ghar k aur bhi naukaro ko de dunga aur phir sab aapko hi soch k. Fortunately, it's a single." I unlocked the door and opened it. He stepped inside and I followed him, closing the door behind me. I hit the light. He looked around at my posters and paintings."Wow. Did you paint those?" Actually, my ex did. I've considered getting rid of them, but they're quite nice. Here, let me find that textbook for you." I walked over to my bookcase and began tracing my fingers along the spines of the books."Oh. So are you seeing anyone now?" No. I'm currently. Come on newbie, do you want it or not? If you don’t want my mouth, I got plenty of other holes to get you off with.”“If you don’t mind me asking, did you start doing this before or after you began using drugs? The lining around your eyes, your thinning cheeks, your dulling hair, discolored fingernails, and chafed nose tell me that pot isn’t everything you do.”“What’s it to you, faggot?!” “I’m just curious. Did you begin your job as a prostitute before or after you got into drugs?” he asked as.