She was sick of giving herself, of having everything taken from her. And she was sick of watching more and more girls come into the life, and never le...ve it. No one ever left the life, and it made her sick. And on top of it all, she couldnt get the damn images out of her head. They were haunting her, flooding her thoughts, replaying like a black and white silent movie, on loop. Over and over again. Bishop had showed her photos. Photos he kept in his wallet along side of those of his kids. Angel. I'd messed about with other lads behind his back, but they weren't much older. I think I realised that if James came on to me, I was going to be like putty in his hands. Anyway, I did take my skirt off and laid it out. I'd got a thong on. Hesaid he really really liked my bum in it. I've got quite a big bum, really, but men seem to like it! I'd got this peasant blouse on, still no bra, and the thong. He took his shirt off, and he'd got a really nice body, nice tight muscly, not bulky.. My daughter was such a whore. She would get a spanking.“Show me that ass,” said Jolene.“Yes, you little whore,” I purred, the lavender scent filling my nose. “Show it. Show her that ass. Prove you're a slut.”Jolene whirled around. She unsnapped her jeans and shoved them down. She bent over as she did it, a pair of white panties clinging to her brown skin. She wiggled it. She had a bit of plumpness to her butt. A peachiness that had me gripping the banisters hard.She then hooked her fingers in. While they had been talking, Mike asked if he would let a guy come in his mouth. And if so, what would he do, spit it out or swallow.Bob had told him, quite confidently and definitely, he was a swallower. Mike liked the idea of that and thought to himself that he would give Bob something to swallow. Bob just did what he was told, knelt down and sucked like mad. He tried to turn him around to lick his arse but Mike told him that that was his boyfriend's and Bob wasn’t allowed. Bob knew that.