On the third or fourth piece of fruit that Steven softly placed against my lips, he managed to dribble a line of chocolate down my skin.Giggling, I st...rted to reach my hand up to wipe it away."Who's the clumsy one now?" I grinned.Steven leaned over me and grabbed my wrist, pinning it down on the couch."You moved," he grumbled. "Now just hold still. I told you; you aren't allowed to help. Let me get it."With that, he leaned forward, and ever so softly planted his lips on my chin. He first kissed. "No it's not. Do you mind if I ask you how you became homeless?" Well my parents died a long time ago. My grandmother took care of me but then she too died and I was left alone. I lived in her home but then I couldn't keep up with the bills, so I got a small apartment. Then, I lost my job and looked for another and then another and I couldn't get a job, at least not one that would pay the bills, so I became homeless. I work at a bakery downtown but it pays very little. I'm trying to save up. I need to calm the fuck down. She slowly became aware of her surroundings and straightened up. Still glaring at her image in the mirror, she said aloud, "I don't care how long it takes, but I'm getting even with you -- you motherfucker!"Pivoting neatly on her three inch heels she took two steps to the commode and lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down to her knees and sat down. Nothing happened.I better calm down, I'm so pissed I can't even pee. That made her laugh and she let loose a brief. . and then, in no time at all, he returned enthusiastically back to Julia. Once again he seized her breasts. “Did I tell you you are a lovely fuck?” he asked as his hairy haunches moved back and forth with increasing rapidity. “Yes... agh... a-agh... yes... S-Sir...” gasped Julia. Oh God... could he bear to leave her? After a night’s rest, Havers had nothing like the control of the previous afternoon... “Hhaahh... hhaahh... oohh... you’re good cock-meat . . alright... hhhaaahhh... hhaahh....