An occasional displaced tooth clattered along the floor."Remember doing this to me after your binges?" she asked rhetorically, "Good times. Good times..." I'm thorry!" he shouted through cracked and broken lips."Sorry isn't good enough," she replied, "Not by a long shot."She drew the arm that gripped his shirt back and then rapidly forward. He slid across the floor before his head hit the opposite wall with a loud crack. As he clutched feebly at his head and mouth, she walked over to again stand. Hope u would enjoy it. Sarah moaned softly, an expression of pleasure etched on her pretty young nineteen year old face, as she leant back in her swivel chair. Her business skirt was pulled up round her waist and her right hand was thrust deep down the inside of her skimpy panties, her fingers rhythmically massaging her pussy. She still had all her clothes on and was still wearing her blouse, her sexy patterned stockings and her knee length boots. Her shapely legs were wide apart. Her right leg. Daisy enjoyed the looks from Jerome. Many men had stared at her in malls when she was wearing her little Catholic school girl uniform wanting to fuck her. But she knew that this man would with his big Black cock. It was going to be so much fun to be a whore!They sat there sipping their drinks. “How old are you Latoya?”“I’m 14 Daddy.”“Do you go to school.”“I go to Barack Obama High School.”Jerome’s cock almost exploded. It sounded like she really was a high school girl. He knew that pimps could. 3. If you thought you looked good, despite dressing down when in public,why did you resort to CL for dates. You were going to straight clubs.Why not just pick up guys at the bars. What was the tipping point tomake you think that CL was the way to go to achieve satisfaction? Wouldyou have done things differently to improve things if you had to do itover again?I've driven drunk too many times to count. I regret every single one ofthem and I am lucky nothing bad ever happened to me or someone.