I could still feel the pointy stiletto, but I grudgingly got back on my feet. She was reading through the will, and put it down.'Im ... Im-imim-im-imp...ssible", she stuttered. No. Not stuttered. Her mouth and big blue eyes moved exactly the same when she repeated the syllable. Dammit, why it's always me who gets stuck in the same room with a broken robot? She recovered, and I could swear that I heard a crackle from her.Bubbles, now wearing a cheerleader costume, entered a room. Both Sara and. A sigh emitted from my full, bare lips. Going home alone, I thought, …again. It had been months since my boyfriend and I had broken up – the only thing that filled my nights after that were flings, and one night stands. It was like no man wanted to hang around for more than a day, and I felt lonely and used. Is my body the only thing people find interesting? I had to admit, I was far from hideous. My legs were thin and long, making up most of my height of 57. I was thin, and worked out often,. In the booth John and I would run our hands up her legs and push the dress up further and further. She'd keep crossing and uncrossing her legs flashing her mound. The whole crowd could see she was dancing with only her dress and shoes on. By the time we were ready to go home we'd all be very horny and in a hurry to get there and fuck some more. Sometimes on the way home Carol would pull the top of her dress down and John would grope her breasts from the rear seat. Other times she would get in. About two weeks ago he started coming into my bedroom when I was sleeping and trying to get into bed with me. I screamed and told him to get out and he told me I would have to earn my place in his home by being his woman. I told him that it was my father's apartment and that my father had paid him well to take care of me but he only laughed at me. He said that my father was in Mexico and that no one would believe a girl and that even if they did they would only send me back to Mexico rather.