I had heard him make plans to check out that drug dealer's wardrobe to see if he could find me some clothes to wear. I couldn't help it, I didn't want...to make him mad but I had to ask."Please Nathan. I hurt so badly. My whole body hurts. Can't I just go home now?" I pleaded.Nathan ignored me and told me to go back out to Willow and turn right. I started the car and followed his directions and it was only a few blocks to another run down home on another run down street of poor homes.I parked in. .many sheer, skimpy, scoop-necked...and I really love to put them on every morning, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror and usually fingering my pussy!My lingerie is pretty, too! Mostly white lace, half-bras and thong panties..allowing a good amount of bare flesh to be seen by any onlookers. Especially when I bent over to pick something off a bottom shelf! Cleavage and ass cheeks in full view...almost always got me laid that day!! Even the bag boys at the checkout line became aroused,. .. ahhh," she sighed as his big fingers reached the already moist slit of her pussy.Ray wasted no time unzipping the jeans, and was surprised to find no panties underneath."No panties?" he said with a smile, leaning back to look the little slut in the eye, his hand reaching for the shaved slit again."I don't really need em, do I, Ray?" she asked, giggling again, as she lay down on Ray's old living room couch to allow Ray to remove her tennis shoes, and peel off her jeans."You don't need. You do not understand her as I do. You do not truly know her as I do. She gains joy from paring away at your spirit as much as your mind and body. Her power excites her. These things can be exploited and perhaps I can. If I cannot, it will be left to you. If I can act now in a way that even might assist, I must. Perhaps it is my own selfishness too that compels me to go to her and try. Perhaps I need to face my reflection and see if I truly see myself in her eyes or if the person I was is now.