Those are merchs. They buy, sell, and trade the girls. Theyre also responsible for the transportation of girls until they are bought up. Dante looked ...ver at the group, then towards another group that Angel was now looking at. Theyre trainers. They train girls, usually for other pimps. Theyre paid well, but most of them end up running houses as well. Houses? Whore houses. Brothels. Dante nodded. Them over there, she nodded towards a few men by the 360 stage, holding cash out towards the. It was just that ever since moving to my own place, I was used to sleeping-in on my days off, not to be abruptly woken up this early in the morning! But by now I was already awake, so I sat up on the bedside. My old room had been turned into a study room since I moved out and my own bed had come with me to my apartment, so whenever I was backing home I had to sleep in the guest room. To be honest, the bed in there wasn’t the most comfortable around. I think it was actually Anne’s old bed which. She could feel him staring at her ass, lusting after her pussy, and her thoughts were confirmed as she felt his strong hands groping her ass, thighs and pussy with intense passion. She was already turned on, she just wanted him to fuck her brains out with his raging cock. Finally she felt the head of his cock touch her dripping pussy lips as he positioned himself behind her and drove his shaft home. Her whole body tensed in pleasure as he bottomed out inside her, his balls tapping her pussy. Didn’t hear ... that...” Susy panted.“Probably ... not...” Patrick kissed her pale, sweaty shoulder. The whole neighborhood probably heard that. He was sure that his sister had not missed his mom’s wailing. His hips started moving again. The squelch of Susy’s full pussy filled the room.“Oh ... sugar ... again?” Susy looked to her left. She could see her knuckles turn white as her grip tightened again. Her wedding ring glinted at her, half buried in the sheets.“Just ... one ... more ... time.”.