I somehow hung on, getting light headed until the warm creamy slime oozed down my throat until as he contracted I found I could breathe again. He walk...d off, I tried supporting my jaw with the palms of my hands but it was broken or dislocated, like my nose, the blood soaked dressing from my pubes lay where he discarded it in a rage, the surgery they did on my labia, cutting most of it away with a filthy craft knife and sewing it with fishing line had not healed. He came back. The needle. As she lay still in her state of wet plateau between her peaks her need for his cock inside grew. It was just a tease rubbing up and down her door step like that. She wanted it more and again. Unconsciously she bucked up on his next stroke and engulfed him with her wet gripping love tunnel. He let her guide him in but kept his length outside, giving her only the bulging head to rub in and out of her squeeze. She writhed and shook but he held his distance exactly giving her only the minimum. One night, I decided to dress as one of the hustlers. I got the Black spandex mini dress and the fishnets and the outrageous platform 6? heels out. I took my favorite big blond wig and picked it out. I was going outrageous. So, I pulled out the DD?s. When I was done, I looked like a hustler. I looked like I had a ?for sale? sign on my back. I also looked real. My hair covered my shoulders and my hands had long fingernails. I was hot to trot. I parked off Union Ave. and walked to the. Even with my total pessimism of late I could think of no bad reason for her to call to see me."It's really great to see you Amanda." I said genuinely as I took her coat and threw it over the back of the chair. "And I am really sorry for the embarrassment I caused you before, its just that..."Once more I had let my mouth operate without my brain in gear. I knew exactly what the 'just that' was but explaining it would just repeat the embarrassment that I was apologising for. My voice just trailed.