"So he did. "Inga's sucking my prick while I'm talking to you."Now it was my turn to laugh. "Good for you. Just don't forget where you are picking me ...p in the morning ... and get some rest so I can get a good days work out of you tomorrow." I laughed again as I hung up.When Kate picked me I noticed that her skirt was so short that it rode almost all the way to her crotch while she drove. I slid over to rub her thighs hoping to get her motor running quickly. I moved my hand up further realizing. She then grabbed my right arm by the wrist, and roughly twistedit behind my back forcing me to stand up. "Ouch! - Hey that hurts!" Iexclaimed. She ignored my protestations. I also noticed that Kim hadmanaged to pin Cynthia's arm behind her back as well."Let's take these panty thieves back to our apartment!" Lisa said. Andthey marched us off back through the hall, past our apartment, and intotheir apartment. Things were happening too quickly, and there wasnothing I could do about it. Lisa. She stiffened and gasped; but she quickly muffled it so that no one would notice. My fingers moved down into the groove of her crack and soon I could find the nasty bitch was not wearing even thong. Then I slid one finger into her and she pressed back against me hard so that I was pinned to the wall.I felt her hand touching my bulge and suddenly she grabbed my cock through my trousers with an iron grip. I pushed my thumb steadily into her warm wet crack . . . and then the doors of the elevator. But a pimp was trying to contact her! She knew that there was nothing wrong with prostitution. If an empowered women wanted to fuck for money, there was nothing wrong with that. Women should be able to fuck like men! After all, it was only sex. But as a feminist, at least her female teachers told her that she was a feminist, she knew that it was wrong for pimps to exploit women. And this man said that he was a pimp!Even though she knew that pimping was wrong, Daisy had more and more frequently.