Fuck me heels on with a an unbuttoned miniskirt falling off her ass ,her head pressed against the roof of my ride while her lovely tits all the while ...urning a shade of burgundy from the constriction of the window/T-top guillotine. Unfortunately while she was talking to me she received some unwanted company. Ourfriends that Shan6969 threw the wine bottle at apparently fixed their car and wanted to "talk". I heard SHAN6969 scream"GET YOUR FUCKING COCK OUT MY..." before her line went dead. I had. It's not her fault you are a weak cunt. You could havestopped her but you let her do it. You're like every bitch you raped as aman that didn't want to go any farther.He hung his head. "Jennifer, please forgive me," he felt her arms aroundhim, and leaned into the embrace. "I want to live. I don't want to dieand that is what it is. I have to die for her to have my body. I have tokeep fighting her because if I don't, she wins." I'm sorry." Jennifer said. "You were enjoying it so much-" That's just. Go on. Doit." I'll go," said a girl at the next table. That seemedto make up her mind. She timidly extended a hand toward mine. I didn'ttake her hand. Instead, I wrapped my hand around her wrist, pulling her to her feet. I headed for the stage with Melinda in tow.As I led her up the steps, I whisperedto her."If this gets to be more than you can handle, say'I have to go now' and I'll take you back to your table. If you say anythingelse, I'll assume you mean it to be part of the act and ignore. Chyna usually called and came through on the weekends and to get a call from her on a Monday meant she either ran out of weed and was in the neighborhood picking some up, or she just wanted to get laid, in either case, I get laid so I was more than happy to hear from her.she asked me to meet her in the east village because she wanted to treat me to a “surprise” meal as she called it. but the address wasn’t a restaurant, it was a tenement building and ironically the apartment number was 69.when.