As usual Terry was at the bar with a couple of buddies, laughing and talking although I couldn’t hear their conversation. A few more minutes went by...and one of his friends, Charlie headed out the door. I only knew Charlie through Terry but he was older than Terry and married. I had met his wife once before but we didn’t socialize with them. She was a housewife in her forties and didn’t seem to have much to say, especially to a twenty year old. Terry came strolling over to the table and said. He demanded. Still holding onto the bed she wriggled herself backward with little success. You bastard! You know damn well what I want. She cried. I want to be fucked! I want that big, fat cock of yours up my cunt NOW! It was just what Andy wanted to hear. He was always amazed at how aroused her dirty talk would get him. He could tease her no more. As much as he wanted to, as much as he enjoyed playing these game, time was passing all too quickly. He new, if he was going to have her before her. I was chatting to all the jerks who sent me a text on hangouts and was blocking them upon their behavior.Soon I got a text at 2:30 from raj that he is coming to pick me up and we are going out, I was excited went to washroom and got ready ha-ha yup we girls carry all in our bagsHe picked me up on his bike and I was in Indian wear, we drove to a small lake nearby and spent some time talking about work, personal life as it was just 3 days that I started talking to him.Soon people started to come. Perhaps if she lived in Beverly Hills or on some tropical island, she’d be a different person. Yet, with her growing up and living in Detroit, if she didn’t keep her wits about her and her guard, walls, and barriers up at all times, she’d nothing more than a victim and another statistic of crime on a police blotter. Along the way she met a man, Jerry, where she worked as a waitress at the diner. Even though she was there for breakfast, lunch, and dinner five days a week, she made very little.