My pussy was dripping wet and throbbing in my jeans. My hands ran round onto the back of his neck, pressing him harder against me, kissing him violent...y. After a few moments, his kisses worked their way down onto my neck, where he began to suck roughly. ‘I fucking hate you.’ I admitted, moaning slightly. ‘I hate you too.’ He broke away from my neck for a moment. ‘You’re a bitch.’ He returned his attentions to my neck, giving me a small love bite, running his hands up my top and unclasping my. .. Crazy as fuck.But I got money. I pulled a loose wad of cash from my pocket and gestured towards the prostitute. She giggled like an old hag and reached for the money.you sure that's all you wanna do right ? I mean you aint gonna slip inot the booty hole or nothin and claim it's some sorta accident or somethin ?!!No.Yo sure ?Yes.'ight .... I'll show you were to go. I'd been driving down the street after a late night at the office when I'd spotted her walking along the cracked side walk. ..I mean...more?" She seemed dazed."As much as you're willing to do," I confessed.I let go of her wrists. She left her arms where I'd put them. "Now," I said, grinning, and I grasped the hem of her panties. I tugged them down revealing a sparse bush that was as blonde as the hair on her head. "You won't love me anymore," she said, frozen."Lift up so I can take off your panties," I said. She shook her head. I spoke a little more sternly, like a father might to a stubborn c***d. "Lift. . When they left the room, Sean and Arnie began to talk about the waitresses, commenting on their looks, their bodies and the way both of their nipples shown through their clothes, and they both agreed that neither of the women were wearing bras. Janna and Mary sat on the couch, one on either side of Sandy as they talked about the house, their jobs and Janna mentioned how much she enjoyed playing on the computer. Mary leaned close to Sandy and whispered, “We should let Janna go play with Sean,.