The insertion went well and she settled down comfortably waiting for him to commence the usual pounding and grunting that most men seemed to like best...when presented with her bare flanks.It was the change in tempo of the thrusting and the series of low growls that she heard in her languid state of contented stretching to accommodate her fully paid client that alerted her to the fact this was not a run of the mill session that she would forget almost immediately. Being under strict orders from. Valerie had a rage face that could break a hardened street punk, while Gale had a mischievous smile more akin to a woman who worked from the shadows. The pair was a contrast of styles in addition to their physical standing.“Afraid of a little competition, Val? Afraid he is going to prefer a girl who actually has white skin? I might not be a white girl but the only difference is my facial structure.”“I’m not afraid of some rice muncher. You can suck him dry but he’ll still prefer my Caribbean. There was no way she was going to be allowed to leave without servicing every stallion in the stable. And some of these stallions were not only past their prime, they were one step away from the glue factory.Before the night was over, she was going to get a close up look at more skin diseases than a resident dermatologist working a full shift in a leper colony.After these men got through with her, her mouth was going to be dirtier than a city sewer pipe. He wouldn’t ever put his own cock into. Only this time she was the person that I was hiding from. I closed the passenger door and hurried around to climb behind the wheel. I heard Becca talking to her sister through the glass but paid little attention as I fired up the engine. ‘Danny…’ Becca called out as we pulled away from the curb. I caught Charlie looking in the mirror to see Becca standing on the sidewalk where we had left her. I drove in silence as Charlie fought unsuccessfully to stop her tears. ‘Why does she hate me,’ said.