I’m sorry I didn’t call you, I was tired and hungry. The last time we talked you weren’t going to be home until morning.’ Jordan stepped in an... tried to take the heat off of Molly, ‘Mrs. Johnson it was my fault. Molly seemed really upset about breaking her phone, and she looked like she was going to pass out from hunger. I know I should have gotten her to call you first.’ ‘How old are you Jordan?’ Molly’s mom asked. ‘I’m twenty-seven ma’am.’ ‘Well I’d think a twenty-seven year-old would have. He had worn his hair pulled straight back for so long, the thick braid was giving an entirely new shape to his head. By pulling up on the strands his facial skin had also been lifted and stretched somewhat, and coupled with his highly arched eyebrows had created a rather bland and vacuous facial expression that he was not going to be able to change as long as his hair was in the braid. Damn Conrad thought, she is making me look like the stereotypical dumb blond. Could I jus blurt it out? Could I say it real fast and hope she thinks she hears it then deny it but ask still? Then it came to me, forward her a text and if she says no jus say it was a joking forward. Before I sent the text I had to release some of this anxiety. I went to take a warm bath. Still all I could think about was her warm tongue where my hand now was. Sucking and licking on my clit. Before I knew it I was cumming and cumming hard, never had I masturbated like that before. After I. Anthony offered her a soft drink which she gladly accepted and snacks. He also sent one of the other girls (who of course were members of his stable) out for fast food, which was like manna from heaven to Michele, and before she knew it was psychologically trapped by this seeming stroke of luck. After dinner that night Anthony motioned for one of his white whores, who's name is Brenda, to perform oral sex on him. Which of course she did. Michele witnessed this with little emotion or reaction..