We let other people worry about status. That’s just shit to me,” I said.“You do know you’re weird as hell,” he said.“I’ve been told that...” I said, and we laughed.At any rate things had been going good. I hardly noticed that the Hardys hadn’t been by in something like three months, especially Zoe. I did see Ronald a lot, but he was married to Tina, so that made sense. It almost seemed as if he were part of my family not the Hardys. But he was a Hardy and he finally made that plain to me, sort. I had really missed her. We drove to downtown Amsterdam, to my apartment. As soon as we got in the place Karen got on her knees in front of me, unzipped my fly and took out my cock. It was semi-erect, but after she took my head between her nice lips and started to suck, it became hard and grew to its regular 8-inches. While her head bobbed up and down, sucking on my member, her bright green eyes were looking at me. Her face was glowing with anticipation. I stroke her long red hairs, enjoying. At first, she made the excuse that it was the age of the units or that the residents were unusually poverty stricken just like her single parent mom or the Hernandez family next door that seemed to rotate relatives more like a rooming house rather than a stable place to grow up or grow old with some degree of dignity. Between the junkyard dogs that roamed about like management approved resident owners and the noisy kids that seemed to multiply with each new welfare check, the place was rampant. “Mmm fuck, yes,” I say and my voice is so guttural, it almost doesn’t sound like me.Lauren lets out a low, seductive laugh.“My girl likes her pain,” she says before bringing the crop up and giving me two small smacks on my thigh.I let out another low moan. It’s as if I can feel every smack of the crop straight in my pussy and the sensation is intoxicating. The slight sting only exemplifies the pleasure.“Where would you like this now, baby?” she asks as she brings the tip of the crop up to my.