I stop aminute to catch my breath and to think of what to do next. I then hearsomeone call me from the inside of a car. "Hey, baby. Why don't youcome ...ver here and talk to daddy", says an older black guy from the rolleddown window of a Cadillac. I look over and notice he was about fifty yearsold and looking at me with lustful eyes. I walk over to him and lean intothe car window, like a real whore! "I'm lost and I need a ride home,but I don't have any money. Can you help me?" I say in an. She wouldn't look up from the floor."Natalie, I don't think we should do this now."For a moment, she didn't say anything - she just stood there. "Daddy, I've been naughty," she finally spoke.Hell. I motioned for Amir to get up off the couch. He was up in flash, and quickly stood next to the television in the opposite corner of the room while Doug turned the TV off.I patted my right knee twice, and she climbed up on the couch and lay down over my lap, her bottom facing all the other men in the. He looked at me bewildered but soon got a pleasant surprise when I slid off the table and started sucking on his chest, feeling slight ticklish when his sweaty chest hairs tickled my nose. I then stood up on tip toe (as he was much taller than I was), and pulled the violist’s dress shirt down his muscular shoulders down to his wrists roughly while I bit hard into his shoulders tasting sweaty muscle against my tongue that has hungered for him for so long. He then retaliated by pulling my hair. She reached out tograb something, both of her hands grasping onto the mounds stuck to hischest, and ripping them clean off his body. She landed on the ground,looking incredulously at the wads of candy in her hand, and back up atGreg's chest. The dress quickly reformed itself along with the breasts,which bounced out larger than before."Holy crap!" she squealed, taking a bite of the candy. "How is he doingthat? For a queer asshole, you sure are an amazing magician!"Greg crossed his arms to.