She asked me what she should wear and I said definitely she should wear black stockings with high heels and no panties, then she could put on a Sharon...Stone act for me. I asked her if she could just wear an overcoat and nothing else apart from the nylons and she said fine.This was all arranged and I went down to the bus stop at the right time to wait.The only problem was that I didn't know what she looked like really and I got a few strange looks from women who walked past as I checked them out. I moaned out, not expecting it that quickly. I started to cry, but heard Trevor instruct Damon to smack me, and was quickly met with a burning slap on my cheek. I quieted down as much as I could. “Please,” he moaned, my pussy squeezing on his 6 inch cock. “Don’t let it hurt.”Its not that it hurt too terrible, it was just the mental aspect. The fact that my mind hated him in me, but my body wanted it. I could feel my pussy tingling with every thrust of his cock. He moaned loudly, and I met his. Even Zahrah looked intrigued, and she never seemed that interested in anything."So, Neeko, you want to be a sultan, do you," Jamilah teased.I shook my head. "No, I'm already richer than a Sultan because my wives are so beautiful."Hey, heartfelt compliments are never corny to women; I received seven very sweet kisses to prove it. Basheera said they would shop for accoutrements for the small room and decorate it before I spent the night with Kalila. The excited women shot out of the house shortly. After ordering their meal, Tim said, “We’ve got work for two hours a day at five days a week. That puts us working at 90 hours a month. I figure we’re going to be making about $6.60 an hour each.”“It’s costing a bit more than that when you take into account social security.”“I know. The point is, we’ll be making about $75.00 a week.”“We need to set aside $600 for your truck.”“I can’t get my license until August.”“I know. Still, we want to set aside the money now.”“Okay. So we each put aside $50.