In the beginning, the hoes got all their customers on the street. Tyrone would drive around making collections from the hoes and applying discipline w...en needed when the hoes fucked up. Recently, his nephew Jamal had started listing Tyrone’s hoes on a website. Customers would contact Tyrone and he would take them on an outcall.Tyrone’s fortunes started to change 6 months ago when he acquired Quanesha at the bus terminal. She was a typical white teen age runaway from some type of broken home.. Ellen was taken aback by the sight of a woman not too far off her own age being in that state of undress. Eileen put her finger to her lips in a "shushing" motion, motioned for them to take their street shoes off, and quietly led them in.Ellen found herself quite disoriented. It seemed like just another group of young kids practicing for a swim competition, except for the nudity. Everyone was nude — the instructors, the swimmers, even the audience. She didn't know where to look, nor did she. Her anguish at betraying me was momentarily washed away by anger at being ... used ... But then her anger melted beneath the guilt over her doing the same thing, and the end result was that she just shut up and gawked at me."I take it that 'David' is your ex-boyfriend? The one you told Brandi you'd left behind when you came to Stanford?"Biting her lower lip, Amber hesitated for a moment before giving me a nervous nod.Grimacing, I screwed up my face and asked, "Have you fantasized about him. Harder. Ever so harder. And thick. My cock pressed against the soft flesh of her thigh. I cupped her breast with one hand and thumbed the nipple madly as if it were the very toggle of her desire. I bent to take her other nipple between my lips. I sucked. I flicked my tongue across, drawing light crisscrosses. She moaned. Her thighs shifted anxiously. Madness and desire was what little left I had in my mind for thinking. Those thoughts were far less thoughts but more low throaty growls – they.