She had taken and sold my own home, my business and had cleared all my bank accounts. In fact my previous life seemed to have vanished, it was as if P...ul Parkins had never existed. I was now Lucy Parkins, a teenage girl with a limited IQ that paid the rent by allowing the landlord to tie me to the bed and rape me. The money that I earned working in the bar was pitiful, and seven nights a week only gave me enough to feed myself. Each Friday I would collect the minimal sum of money from the bar. Aaesha: (she got my hint) Oh, what is that hunger?Me: Something I can’t say to youAaesha: (she moved close to me on the sofa and whispered) Oh, then tell me where you feel hungry?I was getting an instant hard-on. I looked at her eyes and then my dick. She noticed my boner and opened her mouth and said, “Wow, it looks like you’re very hungry down there,” and patted on my shoulder. She leaned with one hand on the headrest facing me.I was so happy that this double meaning conversation is still. He told her again, how beautiful she was. He told her she had beautiful eyes. His eyes burned with desire. They kissed passionately for a while. His hands were burning all over her body. Her hands traveling over his back, feeling his muscles tighten with need. She touched his chest and felt his heart racing. She ran her fingers though his hair, kissed his neck, and nibbled on his ear. It was now his turn to moan in pleasure. She felt herself getting wet with desire. He raised her shirt and. Frankly, I don't know how he can afford to go and play three times a week ... he must be getting cleaned out. (and I wish I could say that this was the most expensive hobby he's ever had.)He's a smart enough fellow, but I just don't think he's capable of coming up with a long-term plan, and following it through until he gets what he wants. And so it was a genuine challenge to lose to him, night after night."Strip poker?" he'd asked, surprisingly shocked when I suggested it. "Why?" It'll be.