She liked it like this, no nagging parents or irritating little brother. Why couldn’t they do this more often? Finally, peace at last. Smiling, she ...eaded up the stairs towards her bathroom for a nice warm shower. As the shower warmed up, Violet stripped off her clothes, discarding them in a pile somewhere behind her. After doing so she felt the cold breeze, sending little goose bumps across her skin. Brhhh.Now she remembered why she wanted a shower. Quickly she jumped into the shower, at the. Encouraged by this, I pounded the living shit out of her until I felt her body start to spasm. A split second later, she climaxed. I have no idea if bitches can squirt in real life, but this fantasy version of Princess sure as hell could. She began to howl as wave after wave flowed out of her, covering us both in a thick layer of orgasmilk. I continued ramming my shaft into her until her body fell still and her cunt stopped squirting. With one final movement, I pulled out and watched her lie. Suddenly Mrs. Clark just pipes up with, “So Mark, how does your young friend here measure up”? Mark responds with “Oh he measures up just great Mrs. Clark---I figure a good 8” I checked him out just the other day---he's a real good fuck” I choke up on my lemonade, and drop my glass on the patio. Fortunately it was plastic. With my mouth now hanging open, I just look at Mark and mouthing the words “what the fuck dude” ? Mark and Mrs. Clark just chuckle, but continue their conversation as if. By the end of it, we had verbally created a blueprint for our new relationship as business partners.And so began my second new addiction. The first was him – my pimp. Thesecond was getting fucked and sucking dick for money.Our business ideas grew thin after a while and we decided that themeeting should be adjourned. But he continued to pace nervously.“What’s wrong?” I asked.“Nothin’. I’m just trying to keep myself professional here.”I laughed. I knew what he meant. He was trying not to fuck me..