These seemed like the two best places so I thought I might be out of luck. I found that if I ventured a little farther from my friends apartment there...was a third place that looked promising. Same locked door / buzzer system with no windows like the first two. This time I was let in by a little older, maybe later 40's, Asian woman. She was not quite as cute as the younger woman at the first place, but she was pretty large breasted, and this may sound weird, but she seemed very sweet. The inside. “Show me,” he repeated with a knowing leer. “Your pussy. Not like I haven’t seen it already. Bet you’re getting even wetter thinking about it.”Thing is, he was right. I was. I liked being treated like a slut sometimes. Most of the time if I was honest with myself. Didn’t mean I had to admit it to anyone, but Scott already knew, so what would it hurt? Still…“Say please,” I told him coyly, smiling at his responding smile. He had a nice smile. It wasn’t hard or cruel or possessive, although it was. Dare, I automatically answered. I dare you to take your top off, he said casually and I glared at him. Hey, thats&hellip,, I gave up on my argument when he raised his eye brow again. Fine, I spat at him while I shrugged it off, leaving me with my red bra while I thought of a way for a revenge. Truth or dare?, I asked sweetly and he narrowed his eyes and I beamed at him. Dare, he replied and I was ecstatic for that answer. I dare you to show me those videos you have of Jackie and you, he was. All three sons had graduated college, and gone to make their mark on the world. Then Becky had come down with breast cancer, and had fought a valiant fight, but had finally lost. He had taken out an old picture of her, and had a wig made to cover her head, where she had lost all of her hair, and she wore it to meet her maker. He had hugged and thanked the mortician for doing such a good job on her, that it looked like she would open her eyes and speak to them, if they made any noise. He hadn't.