." Walking past disgusted, Scarlett turned around, sighed loudly and sarcastically said, "Oh dear me - what have we here? Did daddy pay for you to com... to this university? Well then, I hope you marry well." She winked, hinting to the fact she'd most likely try to marry another rich person. She then added, "Because, my dear, a stuck up bitch like you won't get anywhere in life with that kind of attitude." She smiled sarcastically and waved before turning around and going to her dorm where she. She was about five feet four inches, with long, wavy brown hair. Typical French woman, with lovely, soft, tasty tits and luscious, well tanned legs with lots of curves. I had turned seventeen a few months ago and was now a senior in high school. My girlfriend was sixteen and had entered the junior class months ago, too. Unlike me, who spent most of my time at home, enjoying what was offered by Carol next door, my girlfriend was athletic. She played volleyball and was a cheerleader for the. "How would you like to earn a little bit of pocket money Debbie?" he suddenly asked her casually."How?"He fixed her with his beady eyes and Debbie felt a little jolt in her gut."Well you see it's like this." He told her carefully. "You remember my friend who came to visit with you in your bedroom."She nodded her head but didn't speak."Well, he'd like to visit with you again, and he'd be quite happy to pay you a little something so that you can treat yourself." How much?"He seemed surprised at. Still, I was trying to convince her by apologizing her. She got emotional and started feeling sorry for me. She came and hugged me tightly and told me while hugging “look you are her boyfriend. I don’t have that much right on you but you are my best friend too and I can’t tolerate such behavior from anyone I don’t care who the fuck she is”. Thank you, I said.After a deep breath and a long pause. I can hear her heartbeat started rising slowly and as she was still holding my hand. She said you.