Daphne was also beginning to talk to me as if I truly were hergirlfriend, and a silly one at that! Apparently my apartment needed tolook like that of ... girl's, not a boy's. Taking advantage of my salonvisit and our clothes shopping, Daphne was having my apartmentrefurnished and decorated in a feminine way. I thought Daphne wasgetting carried away by all of the changes but she insisted oncompleting the illusion.I became Daphne's Barbie doll as we went from store to store with memodelling almost. But trying to explain bullet holes would be a lot more complicated and would possible end with me speaking to detectives at the station.I made it back to my hotel without encountering police of any sort and parked the bike. I told the concierge that someone had stolen my helmet while I was dining and would he please locate a shop where I could get a replacement because I would be checking out.I was in my room studying the papers in the envelope when there was a discreet knock on my door. It was. "OH GOD YES", she whispered in my ear. I started pounding her faster and deeper. "Michael, will you be My Daddy"?….Which made me fuck her with even more force. "I want you to fill my pussy up with your cum, please Daddy". We fucked till around five in the morning. Wanda fell asleep with 3 loads of cum in her pussy…she never got up to pee or anything. Myself, on the other hand, I was WIDE AWAKE from my first experience with meth. As Wanda slept, I wanted to fondle her body and taste my cum. “nananaNa!” She pulled harder. Seriously he’d have had to fight to get out of it. He sang along a bit, until mercifully the song ended. Okay well he was grinning, and so was Mo even. “So guys, you’re not drinking very much.” Her face was awfully close. Like if he turned his head her way he might find he was making out with her.“Well I don’t drink a lot,” he explained. He’d had a Coors Lite with the meal already.“Muslims don’t drink,” said Mo. He’d said so at the restaurant and again here.“Some.