"Oh, yeah? And whose hand was that on my ass, playing with my hole and my balls while I was pumping Josie last week?"The white boy glared at his frien..., who was grinning. "Yeah, well ... I guess it was my imagination about your hand underneath my ass with a finger up my hole when I was getting that blowjob from Lynne!" We both got a hell of an imagination. I even imagined the funky smell of your hole when I licked my finger off later."The two athletes were staring intently at each other. The. She’d said something like “Don’t be such a partypooper, New Years Eve only comes once a year and I’mhaving too much fun to leave now.”Suddenly she remembered that Barry, her assistant, hadput his arm around her shoulders and was agreeing withher drunkenly. And another image came into herthrobbing head, Barry’s hand had slipped up under herskirt shortly after that.Laurie, lay back on the bed with an arm over her eyes,trying to concentrate. What had she done?. "Please let me pay. I was the bad one" and proceeded to order a drink for each of us."I'm Jessica," she offered, slipping her hand into mine."Sarah," I said, holding on to it. "Big girls like you should know how to hold it, and not have to make emergency stops." I know. But I always seem to wait until its almost too late. I'm bad that way." Maybe you need to be punished." I offered, holding my breath."Maybe," she pouted, "If I was your little girl, would you punish me?"Well, that did it. I knew. Her children were off "partying" somewhere, she didn't know where. She was afraid to leave her husband because she would be penniless, with no prospect for employment; she didn't even think that she would make a successful prostitute, after all the aspersions her husband had thrown at her about her looks and age.I wanted to help her, but I simply didn't know how. I suppose that I could have arranged for her to acquire enough money so that she could leave her bastard of a husband and unlovable.