What the hell? Sholonda smiled wickedly and told me I'm her bitch now. Then she grabbed my neck and mashed my face against her pussy. Reluctantly, I b...gan licking her pussy. Sholonda called me a useless bitch and ordered me to lick her harder. In spite of myself, I obeyed.I licked Sholonda's hot, hairy and sweaty pussy as best as I can. She was really demanding, insisting that I lick her this way or that. When I deviated from the pussy licking format she liked, she would smack my face. Hard. I. Stray strands hung all round. Molly wore flat sandals with a T bar design, with fake diamond impressions. All twenty nails were painted deep purple.Walls needed a new coat of paint, wood floors needed a good cleaning and new finish, the backyard trees and bushes needed some attention as well. In the bathroom, the tile grout needed a clean and although she didn’t mention it, the laundry closet door handle was nearly a one screw failure ... maybe I could exercise the remainder of my addictions;. We lived in an apartment and one afternoon my dads friend Ron called and said he wanted me to stop by to help him move around some furniture. Ron lived in another apartment building down the street near the pool so it was no big deal to stop by I was going to the pool anyway. I finished lunch put on my swim trucks grabbed a towel and headed to Rons apartment. When I arrived Ron was there in a pair of shorts and no shirt, windows closed and no AC running . We spent about a 90 minutes moving. We made it to the club around 10 for their happy hour. I walked in without any issues nor fear as I would with my fake ID, and we went to a high top bar table with a couple of friends. We danced like no one was watching and drank like there was no tomorrow. This guy approached my friend, nodded towards me and walked away. My friend Jordan grabbed my hand and we walked over to the VIP section. I fought to maintain my balance, as the liquor began working it’s magic on me. We were waved in by a.