"You said you wanted..." she stammered. Suddenly her hands shot across her stomach. "Tell me it's not the stretch marks! There's nothing I can do... "...She seemed to run out of breath as she stopped talking.I realized a couple of things very quickly. Although we had been talking, we were not communicating. She was on the verge of tears and a breakdown, because of the possible shame and her insecurity. I realized that I had to save her from me, and maybe even from herself."Gabriel, it's okay," I. Harold said, “Bottom line.” Setting the tone for this meeting. All business.I nodded. I have my own tradecraft.“I got me some good whores. And a line on a couple more.”“Hmm.”“They hard workers, all of them. And not just because of C. He don’t have to beat them anymore. Usually. They want to do the right thing by me.” He frowned. “Most of them.”“I see.”“But I got lowlife clientele. Scumbags. You wouldn’t believe some of those fuckers, Winter.”Actually I would, but no need to make this about. ”Thoughts were running through her head at a million miles an hour. She knew that one day a member of her family might see her profile, but it was only really a fantasy that she played out in her mind when she was feeling particularly horny. But here it was happening right now. She wasn’t sure she was ready - what if she wanted them to stop? Oh my god! Her husband. Her own uncle. Her heart was racing and her mouth was dry - was she going to do it? This was mad. An image of a girl being. What do you want more of Maddy." he murmured, yanking my pony tail forcefully; pulling my head from the ground and running his tongue down the side my neck, dragging another moan from my lips. "um, salty and sweet. You were saying Maddy?" He gently untangled his fingers from my hair, letting my check sink softly back to the ground. "More of your cock! Please." I said in my sweetest, most docile tone. He pushed another inch inside. Then he stilled. "Do you want another inch Maddy" "Yes, please.