No, Jake, she whispered.No, what?No, you didn't tell me to get my hair cut.Then how come you did.I wanted to please you, she said, breaking into tears...Cut the crap. The only person you were looking to please was yourself.Make you feel like hot shit. So all the fellas'll look at you.It was only for you, Jake.He smacked her hard,That's for lying to me.I'm not lying, she said and the tears turned to sobs.The next morning she had a bruise on her cheek and her shoulders weresore from sleeping on the. When I got home from work one afternoon about three months later, I noticed Sandy's clothing. She had on the other see-through gown she owned; which was red lace and barely covering her magnificent (to me) 40DD breasts. She also had on the matching pair of crotch less panties that went with it. I knew two things right off the bat. One: Sandy wanted something. Two: I was going to enjoy her sexual persuasions to get what she wanted."Mikoli, did you enjoy our weekend with April?" Sandy purred at. It was summer time in L.A. and that warm day I was dressed up in a tight black fitting top, with no bra; a silk skirt short and flirty and nice high heels. As I was standing and waiting for the train, I got some attention from men around, when my skirt lift up with the light breeze. I could only hold the front of my skirt as my other hand was holding a big paper bag with a present for Paula.Every man there was feasting on my nice ass. I was wearing a white cotton thong, leaving my bare ass. She said to him, "she's all yours - for one night only," and to her, "forever after all mine."The Church, so often the scene of pious prayers and hymns of praise, now became a perverse scene of utter depravity.Frank made his way over to where Danni's arse made a perfect home for his cock, sliding smoothly between her cheeks. She obliged him by opening her legs and reaching back to offer her puckered hole. Dave reacquainted himself with Fran's ample charms, fucking her hard and fast with his.