.. have my stockings and heels on." Leave them on. I want you like that."She slipped to the floor, using the clothing there as she had been forced to ...se the torn dress on the kitchen floor with Roger as a towel against the surface. The rug was thick, though, a deep-pile buff-colored shag, and was almost as soft and comfortable as a bed. She stretched out luxuriously, widening her legs to show Marc the full, enticing view of her warm, moist cunt. She was alive! She rubbed her hands along her. About eleven-thirty, his mother called, "Brooke is on the phone for you. She sounds upset."Howie left the game and answered the phone, "Brooke, it's Howie. What's wrong?"Howie heard her crying as she answered, "I'm sorry Howie, I really messed things up. Mother said something very nasty about you at breakfast and we got into it. I told her I knew what she was doing. Anyway, it got really bad. We actually called each other names. Daddy got very upset."Then she said some things about you that I. He stood up and circled round me. It took effort but I didnt watch him, instead keeping my gaze fixed on a spot on the wall in front of me. I need to get you waxed, I frowned. Id shaved the day before to make sure I was presentable. Here, he threw a bag at me and I caught it by reflex. Get dressed. Do your make-up like a whore. Im taking a shower, Ill be done in half an hour and I expect you to be too. Then he walked off down the hall. I opened the bag and peered inside. Oh God. ~ A little. Will be on my arm again tonight? Show everyone one of the goddesses I work with?” Darius asked.I hesitated again. His big hand slid around my waist, pulling me against him. “I’d appreciate it, baby,” he caressed my face.“Ok,” I quickly nodded. I pushed away and got changed. On the way home, Michelle scolded me on the phone. “It’s for Elite Magazine, isn’t it?” she asked.“I don’t know, he didn’t say.”“Ugh, if it is,” Michelle said on the phone. “You’re playing with fire. Don’t hang out.