Plenty of room to feel her up; in fact the whole outfit was designed for easy access. Just like girls wear on a real date.I grinned. “Are you ready ...or this?”She smiled back. “I think so…”We drove in silence to the theater. It was our first time out together in public, but we were pretty much at ease with each other. After all, we’d been fuck-buddies for a few months now, and didn’t feel much need for irrelevant conversation.Inside the lobby, she rolled her eyes when I insisted on buying. "Good night Diane." Good night, Jimmy." It was the first time she'd ever called me by my name. To me, it was a sign of her recognition of me as just another person. When I got home, I had my guardian show me a tape of what she was doing. I wanted to find out if she crying again, or, if she was doing better. She was brushing out her hair, and remembering different things about the time we'd spent together that day. While I watched, she started running her fingers lightly over the tops of her. She gave me her address and told me to come to collect money. Three days later I went with the bill to her house , it was closed. I called her , she told to wait she will be there in 15 mins. Then she came, she gave coffee and she asked about my living and background. I enquired about her business and family. She was running a beauty parlour , her husband is in Malaysia as Ocean engineer and son in 8th standard in Pune boarding school. I gave the bill, unfortunately, he had kept her purse in. In face, some of his best customers were white!Tyrone was a 45 year old Black man with a pronounced beer belly. He had been pimping for over 25 years. In the beginning he was something of a Romeo pimp. He could sense the insecurities and fears in the hoes that he recruited and could always tell them some bullshit about how they would be his top lady and how much he loved them. His 10 inch cock sealed the deal. His hoes could never get enough of his big cock.While he started as a Romeo pimp, he.