" Are you going to call the date off?" was his follow up question."Neil, my brain is crying out in pain. Will you just leave me the fuckalone, I had a...long day," I said.I went to my bedroom and laid down. I was trying to gather all mythoughts together. All the different things running through my mind.What to do, what to do? I need to stop putting on mom's clothes. I needto stop thinking about Jackson. I don't want to go on a date to thegame. But yet I want to try on my mom's clothes again. I. Now.”“Mandy - please.” Brittney pleaded with her. “I swear I’ll tell you everything Monday-”“Oh please. I’m not stupid. You’ve been going about like a love struck idiot for weeks and now you’re running off with your sugar daddy.” Mandy swept her red hair out of her face. “Look - I’ll make it simple. I need some money to get things of my own. So if your sugar daddy there can pay for you, perhaps he can pay for me.”I raised my eyebrow at her. “Think you can do what it takes, little girl?” Here’s. So I whispered, "Blow me while I fuck you. Imagine two guys doing you at one time."She went wild. Her head was bobbing crazily--her eyes were rolled up so only the whites were showing, and her ass was heaving under me and we're immersed in a fucking frenzy. I kept on feeding her shit, telling her how much I want to see her mouth get around something thick, dark and juicy; turning this into a fantasy we'll both remember for some time to come.We were both slippery, shaking and screaming when we. You will never be paid. I informed him I could change his web site front page advising you are not paying any due accounts and I was within the law because he does owe me money for web work. I will give you 3 hours to arrange and be in my account or I will change it. I hung up. I pictured him ranting and raving, carrying on like a spoilt kid.I continued to clear other emails for clients and completed their web site updated. Heather was in the kitchen. She had put away the dishwasher contents.