She had already tried to pick the lock using the same technique she had used successfully on her locker at school and on Samantha Johnson's diary book...stashed at the bottom of the bullying girl's briefcase. Unfortunately, the difference between the locks was quickly apparent because of the way her hairpin was rendered useless by the sturdy springs in the mechanism.She realized she would need a tool with more leverage and flexibility to defeat the handcuffs and resigned herself to sprawling on. . it feels too good so I pull u up and kiss u deep U reach between us and grab me... teasing ur already wet pussy with my tip.. going back n forth till u slide me inside u... both of us exhale out baited breath. U sit up showing me ur beautiful body.. I admire completely hands roaming from ur neck to ur chest down to ur hips... I grip them firm as the speed quickens.. ur moaning exhilerates me making me harder n thicker breath heaving then I slow u down teasingly. Sitting up u wrap ur legs. On the way out when Latoya was going to leave a note, her mother Laura arrived. Latoya introduced Dazhawn as her boyfriend and said that she was moving in with him.Her mother immediately sized up this large sexy Black man and everything she saw screamed pimp. “Her daughter was not only a slut like her mother, she was now a hoe with a Black pimp. Should she stop it? How could she stop it? Her daughter was a slut and wanted to be a hoe. Besides, her daughter had been a burden for 14 years. Now. To all of you." I said, "And to Shamika?" Shewas a Black girl he had spread untrue rumors about. He snapped, "Thatbitch? Listen, she never meant anything to me. None of you did. I wasjust..." It dawned on him what he was confessing. His moment of angerpassed and he bit his lips, knowing that he had lost any sympathy we mighthave had for him. I said sternly, "Clothes off. Now. Let the girls seewhat you wear under your boy duds." A shudder ran through him as he beganto unbutton his.