Dressing up wasn't bad actually; maybe I could even learn stuff at the club about how to be more social and take Jen out on the town to show her what ... learned."Okay. Just don't let me get fucked again okay?" No problem baby, Dickey is a sweet guy I'm sure he will respect you."Damn it Dickey was coming. Whatever, I'll just keep him at a respectful distance and he will get the message.My mom was giddy as she dressed me and I was glad. This was good for her; she needed some companionship other. He pulled my ponytail in order to stop me from leaving. "Where do you think you're going, you fucking bitch? My cock has been throbbing for you all day. Suck it. NOW." And with that, he yanked my head down into his lap. I had no choice but to wrap my lips around his swollen cock. He began pumping my mouth harder, gagging me. He then slapped me for drooling on the car seat he was sitting in. Having had enough of fucking my throat, he pulled me out of the car. "Undo your pants," he told me. When. ” “And you are my favorite customer. Come see where I work.” He took my hand and led me behind the counter and through the door to the kitchen. A couple of young Somali guys, tall and skinny, were cleaning up. “You don’t want to get that pretty dress dirty,” said Willie, grabbing the hem and pulling it over my head. And there I stood, buck naked in his kitchen while he carefully folded my dress and placed it on a clean table. The Somalis were bug-eyed by then. He was back to kneading my. If I thought she flirted with me before, I was wrong. She turned on her flirting skills on me. She smiled at me and all I could think of doing was grabbing her, kissing her, and …DINGDamn microwave again. I guess she sensed my feelings, because she giggled right after the microwaved went off. The person in charge came in and soon was telling us what we needed to do to close up. I didn’t mind so much anymore. It meant I got to spend more time with Lady. I think she felt the same way with the way.