Men were so cruel and yet I was in need for them, and I knew that becoming a whore would be the easiest path to them. All I needed to do was find and ...ear my old dresses, wear a little too much makeup and figure out their way of moving. Over the next week I studied their movements and found that there were social classes, depending where you were meant you could only go on certain streets and could get more pay. I figured that I would become a mid-level whore, so I wouldn't have to be dealing. Sarah raised her head and told Angie to help her get him off. Angie moved down to his big hard cock and took over sucking it. Sarah turned around so that she was straddling Daves face backwards so she could see Angie suck him. Thats right suck his cock, make him cum for me, make him cum while I fuck his face. Sarah said as she ground her pussy into Daves face. Angie was working him frantically, her hand on his balls squeezing in rythum. He started to buck, as his orgasm hit him. Angie taking. I hurried trying to beat Sophie to Ginger, only to find her in the livingroom Donnie watching cartoons. She was sitting on the edge of his kneesas he gently brushed out her long hair, a plate of bacon in front of her.As I stood there in the doorway watching I saw Waddles begging for foodand Ginger sharing her bacon. I couldn't believe how big Waddles hadgotten, she would be having her kits soon.Of course, we knew that Tadpole was the daddy. It was then that Irealized that Florence wasn't here.. She writhed on her bed with one hand up her shirt and the other inside her shorts slowly rubbing and smiling. She jumped and squealed as she heard someone clearing their voice. Her eyes flew open and she saw a beautiful girl standing in the doorway, tall and dark, her skin like the caf? latte Victory loved. “Hi, I’m Ingrid.” She laughed as Victory’s face reddened. “I think we’re gonna get along great.” She turned and grabbed some bags from the hallway while Victory got herself.