It’s a game I’m not interested in playing. If that’s the way you want things to go, then you’re talking to the wrong guy. I’m not going to p...ay that game.”She was quiet so I took a few steps in the direction that would lead to her apartment. She followed after a moment and caught up with me.“I’m sorry,” she said. “I guess I was playing a game. But it’s always worked before.”“Has it?” I asked. “Sure, the guys got interested, but didn’t they get mad or upset when you slammed the brakes on after. 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. We always had fun, we were always some degree of happy together.I suspect few people living have spent 13 years of pure bliss loving the same woman. There were no children between us. No in-laws, no neighbors, no bills we were obligated to pay. Just make money, have shelter, and enjoy ourselves. Yes, true, we denied ourselves the benefits of more ordinary lives- joint friends, children, housing, among other things. We always worked hard, too. But god what a life we lived together.I disliked. He does and begins to wank with your thong around his cock, Claire just kneels in front of him, staring snobilly at him, making harsh cold eye contact with the horny boy while he stares at her visible bra and perky tits. Claires face says she's not impressed and shows no warmth, but inside she is on fire, hornier than ever before and desperately hoping she remembers every detail so she can fuck herelf with her 10 inch black vibrator when she gets home. The boy comes, spurting out onto Claires.