“If you weren’t such a pussy-whipped loser you could make me,” she taunted him, angry at herself for her stupidity at being caught again so soon...after the last time but dangerously drawn to how rough he’d been with her. The words had flowed out without conscious thought. She just wanted to feel his cock inside her even if he rage-fucked her.“You want me to make you, you little slut? Well fuck you! I’d rather pick up a hooker, fuck her ass and make you suck it out than simply throw you out of my. Maybe if she could keep his mind off of his fears a little, things might go smoother. "Just hang on and let Bullet pull you along," she said in a reassuring voice. "She's a good dog, she'll take care of you. We're going to be all right. Just hang on, stay calm..."A hundred yards out it was better. They could breathe now, and they were far enough away from the flames that the heat couldn't be felt. But to turn back and look at the flames shooting up along the shoreline was still scary. "We're. A few youths whistle and make obscene propositions to us as we tap down the street. Finally we reach the car, a convertible Mustang. Climbing into the driver's seat she unlocks my door and I climb in throwing my case onto the back seat. The seats are low and our legs stretch out in front of us. Our skirts ride up our legs exposing, in my case, the tops of my stockings and a glimpse of thigh. I try to pull the skirt down in an attempt to retain some dignity."Don't do that, you slut, I want you. Callie blushed. She knew if Cade saw Peter looking at her the way he was, Cade would be angry. This job was beginning to have some drawbacks, first Mr. Pennington, and now Peter.When Cade got home from work each night, he was exhausted. Lonnie had not been exaggerating when he said he had more business than he could handle. Cade was learning the ropes quickly, and there was never a dull moment. He and Lonnie worked hard. He understood now why Lonnie had chosen to sleep all day when they were at.