"She explained how uncomfortable she was at her own house, about howMike only seemed to want to have sex and that she couldn't trust him.She explained...that she was finally starting to get a handle on her ownidentity and didn't want anybody to put that kind of pressure on her.With very little persuasion, he agreed to let her sleep on his couch.They, however, spent the entire night drinking coffee in a shop aroundthe corner, talking not about her lack of identity, but about sports,movies, and TV.. "Yes ... yes you do," I agreed lamely.She was dressed in a very colorful blouse that I would describe as artistic in pattern. Like broad strokes from an artist's palette on a background of navy blue. It accentuated her figure as it tucked snugly into a navy blue knee-length skirt. For the first time, I saw that her body was more curvaceous than I originally realized. Last Sunday, her jacket had hidden much of it. Tonight it was on display, but in a dignified and classy way."Thank you, Daddy.. Only, the image of him trying to get a peek of her tits, crept in her mind. On those days she was horny, perhaps giving him a down nightgown view, she imagined teasing him and flashing her naked breasts. Being that he was her friend, possibly her friend with occasional benefits, she’d allow him to see her breasts and feel her breasts. She’d even give him a blowjob if she was horny enough and drunk enough but that’s as far as she’d go. Only she’d never lay with him in bed. She’d never sleep with. This will definitely be only the first of a series of videos we will make starring Marie.”Marie was stunned at what she had just heard. She knew that she was capable of allowing herself to be abused in so many ways. The gangbang she had done in Dubai proved that she was willing to be used as nothing more than a collection of holes for men to dump their cum, and she had constantly sought out meetings with men who would treat her like a whore and make her feel worthless and cheap. However, she.