I couldn’t see her smile with her beautiful white teeth, because half of them were gone. I couldn’t listen to her talk or laugh or breathe. She wa... not my Aria anymore. She was already gone. I already knew my decision. ‘Aria,’ I said, ‘I don’t know if you can even hear me right now, but I just want to let you know that I love you with all of my heart, and I always will. I’m so sorry about what happened…I wish this never did happen. But, I made a decision that I wish I didn’t have to make.’ I. I always ask because they ask my name, but I don’t really care what their names are, as long as we have fun and the money is right! So he hit me up and asked if he could see me and I agreed to meet him at a public place. I was wearing a pair of tights, high heels, and a belly baring crop top, with a little bolero style jeans jacket. My hair is shoulder length, frosted blonde, and I was wearing pink lipstick and carrying my little black clutch purse. I was sitting at an outside table and sipping. He smiled and turned me around. He didn't want me to see his passion, his guilt. He took himself out, and then he leaned over me as he readied to dip inside. He wasn't sure he wanted to do it, there was a pause, a wait. It took a full minute before he pushed himself inside!I felt him inside of me. He panted and sweated as he struggled to contain the seed. He grew big and opened me. Very big. I felt him grow hard. I began to moan, but he held my lips to silence me. There were other. The door of my room flew open and Dean Wilson walked in laughing. A moment later, she stopped and looked over the situation. "Is there a problem Ms. Perry?"Dean Wilson is a woman that even I'm afraid of, and that's saying something. It's not because she a short, stocky, dark-skinned black woman, who is barely taller than I am, it's the no nonsense air of her presence when she enters a room. Her presence always commands respect and attention. She's a former Army drill sergeant and used her GI.