Der Stoff glitt über ihre seidige Haut, nahm das knappe T-Shirt in dem sie schlief mit über ihren knackigen Po, der nun blank in der Sonne lag. Noch...vor kurzem hätte sie sich geschämt auch nur bei offenen Vorhängen zu schlafen. Mittlerweile kribbelte ihre Fotze jedesmal, wenn sie sich vorstellte, wie der geile ältere Hengst von Gegenüber sie beobachtete und dabei heftig onanierte. Ihre Hand glitt zwischen ihre Beine, die Fingerspitzen die feinen Stoppeln ihrer sonst glatt rasierten Pflaume. I smiled at him. I couldn't help it, but I kept walking with my bike. My legs still taught from the ride, and, admittedly a little weak--although, I wasn't sure if this was simply from the ride.A few more cars went by, and I slowed my pace so they could see my goods, and swayed my hips just a little bit more; but, although a few said 'hi' (and I said 'hi' in return--shyly and self-consciously, granted), none really stopped.Having no experience what-so-ever, I began wondering if I was doing. Obediently, Tallia stood and made her way through the crowd with Angel right behind her."Rule of thumb, never drink alcohol on the job. If Rich catches you drinking, or finds out that you were, you won't like what happens," Angel leaned over and whispered into Tallia's ear.Tallia stopped dead in her tracks, and turned around, giving Angel a bright blue, wide eyed, frightened expression. "He send me back to Ukraine?"Angel had to consciously force her eyes not to roll. If that was the worst she. He was a businessman and not a very good one at that it turned out. He was deeply in debt and after he passed my mom and I had to move into town into a tiny apartment and she had to go back to work. But living together in such an intimate little place like that opened up a whole new world for me at least.It all started innocently at first. It was the summer before my senior year in HS, I used to stay up late on the sofa watching HBO and Showtime until I fell asleep. On a Saturday morning, I.