He and his mom were packing up Saturday and would be gone by Sunday. I was devastated. I cried and begged him not to leave me. I needed him and couldn...��t live without him. He just shrugged and said it was for the best. He wasn’t a fagget, and wanted to fuck girls. I was just easy, and looked like a girl so I was a compromise. After I stopped crying, I asked if I could suck his cock one last time. He laughed and said, “Sure, always a whore.” As I sucked him off one last time, I was thinking what. . I'm a hypocrite, but I'll make it worth their while since I'll never say no to a romp, anytime or anywhere.I like my men quiet and kinky. Discretion is key. I have a reputation to uphold. I run the local pawnshop in a small town as the manager and I need to keep my hardass, no-nonsense persona or the local idiots will try all kinds of stupid moves. Walk softly and carry a big stick... I had a baseball bat lying in the corner ready whenever I needed to lay down the law. So in contrast I prefer. . I'll do whatever you want. Just don'thit me." "I won't, as long as you're a good girl. Do you promise to be a goodgirl?" Yes... I'll be a good girl... just please don't hit me." Stan's assstung badly. And he was overcome by a sense of humiliation that nearlydevoured him. He wept uncontrollably in Harriet's arms."There, there, sweetheart. Everything's fine. All you have to do islisten to me and I won't hit you. It's as simple as that." She rockedhim back and forth and rubbed his back with her. Nancy had decided that she wanted to go thru with this. "Hello Nancy. You're looking lovely tonight. You may call me Don. This is my wife, Maria. She is looking forward to getting to know you as much as I am. Go say hello to her." Nancy walked over and held out her hand. Maria reached out and pulled Nancy's top wider apart so that her tits were fully exposed. She cupped them in her hands and gave them a squeeze. "How very very nice my dear." Finally Maria pulled Nancy to her and.