We never got a Corvette on the lot or a Porsche or a Mercedes Sport model. We got Triumph T series, later models, not the big spoke wheels collectible... or the old roadsters. We got newer M.G.’s and we got some cheapie models like the Triumph Spitfire. Those were ones abused.Convertibles had rotten rugs if not just rubber mats which were actually easier to clean. If the upholstery was cracked the water would soak in and take forever to dry. We did not have any heated environment to work with. I was only allowed to eat their leftovers, that too like a dog with hands tied behind me. Sometimes Brad or Lina would piss in it, if they were feeling like it.I did not, of course, sleep on the bed anymore. My position was on the floor on the foot of their bed. Sometimes, if Brad had too much beer that night, he would wake up in the middle of the night to piss. But he wouldn't go to the washroom. He would walk up to me as I slept, kick me awake and kneel over my face and piss into my open. “How do you feel?” “Hot,” I say. “And dirty. So fucking dirty.” “Good.” And your smile is dangerous. You’re not finished with me yet. You push the abandoned lollipop back into my mouth and stand up. I’ve always loved admiring your body from this angle. The strong muscular thighs, the deep v-cut of your pelvis, and well-defined abs. You don’t let me linger on my knees for too long, however, not wanting to break the momentum of our encounter. You know that I can take it and still want more.. ” I know that you can see my cock starting to make a tent in the front of my robe and I wonder for a moment how you feel about that.However, I reach out and take your arm and I pull you inside while saying, “NO! They sent me exactly the right girl! I can’t believe this! It’s perfect!!” Even though I see my daughter standing there, I also see a whore … a slut ready to serve a customer.You are nearly crying when you say, “Oh my gaawwd, I can’t believe this is happening either!!” Then you beg me,.