I made her hand over 20% of her take religiously, and I deposited it to her college fund and gave her monthly updates.I soon quit my straight job, alt...ough my income from pimping was severely eroded by my atrocious bar tabs and an increasingly expensive cocaine habit.Things with Kimmy went downhill rapidly. She caught me snorting up in the bathroom one day and started to scold me. I told her I didn't need another fucking mother and that we were through. She was devastated. Kimmy was a sweet. He wasn’t huge, but he certainly wasn’t small, either. He was undoubtedly bigger than the last two men she’d been with. She’d always thought of him as the little boy that she’d babysat, but he was anything but a little boy in her eyes now. Sandra’s feet were moving before she even realized what she was doing, but she didn’t fight it. Daniel managed to pull up his underwear, but he was still struggling to pull his jeans over his erection and zip them when she let the door swing closed behind. Again he dove right in, licking her pussy while reaching up and feeling her tiny breasts through her T-shirt. "She ain't got much" he said to the four guys behind him. "Here, lets have a look" said another, climbing on the table and stradding her belly. Opening her jacket, he scoffed... "NO! Ha. No! Who the fuck does she think she is, coming in here dressed like that, legs on show, skirt tight on her ass, then tells guys no. "Fuck off!" he said, grabbing her T-shirt in both fists and tearing it. I found myself watching her lips as she spoke, the way they delicately moved, forming her words. I saw her pink tongue lick her lips, slide against her teeth and I would sit crossed legged hiding my erection.After a while I sensed that she looked at me differently. An electric atmosphere began to form whenever we met. One eevening she was over with me in the warehouse making coffee when there was a power cut. We were alone as usual as sudden darkness fell and in that immediate inky blackness.