I would just have to deal with the discomfort,I thought, as i heard Allens car pull into the drive. I minced overtothe door to greet my husband, cring...ng inwardly as I planted a softkiss on his lips and enquired about his day.We ate our evening meal making mostly small talk, before moving to thecouch to watch television, which was as exciting as our eveningsusually got. Allen put his arm around me pulling me close to him, andi rested my head on his shoulder. I wasn't feeling the slightest. At that moment Meecham groaned loudly, and his creamy ejaculate spurted onto SG's face. Cum and blood mixed into a pinkish mess, and Meecham reached down with his left hand and pressed it into her mouth and nose and eyes. She struggled helplessly."What's the matter, bitch," he snarled. "Don't like strawberry?"Gretchen stepped onto the stage. "Okay, Meecham. Great job, but that's enough for now."She knelt beside SG, grabbed a handful of her hair and raised her head as Clyde moved closer with the. Rich wasnt too happy either. He was territorial of her, but it was out of his control. And so she would perform at the annual. The annual. It was more like a party for pimps, hosted by Bishop Bordeaux, the most famous pimp in the area. All the pimps and high paying clients would attend. There would be drugs, alcohol, weapons, and of course, prostitutes. Pimps could purchase new girls or trade them. Clients could pay for any act they wanted. Nothing was illegal at the annual. Angel was working. It didn't go straight down but was fitted, pulling in to accent her womanly waist. Now, Les had always worn shorty pajamas or cotton nightgowns as a girl. There was always plenty of leg to see when she was watching TV or coming out of the shower. I hadn't seen that for the last 3 years ever since she got that robe. But after my experience today, I had an affinity for that robe. She might not have anything on under it. I know she didn't have anything on as far as I had opened it up earlier this.