Anybody would have done the same thing. There’s some famous quote I learned: ‘Desperate times, desperate measures.’”Lisa emphasized, “I had ...o do it more times in other cities too. God, I felt like such a slut, and I mean a real one, not a playful-sex-names slut.” She looked up and had tears coming down her cheeks. She started sobbing again.I got up and went around the table. I picked up the small crying woman and carried her into the living room and sat on the sofa with her curled up in my lap. I must say i liked his ideas, so, i didn't mind at all doing him that small favor.Unfortunately, after one year more or less, we lost contact with that couple due to some real life issues. When the people saw that couple was not coming back (after weeks of silence) everyone left, but that man and i still chatted about that experience. One day he told me he had private pics of a girl friend of him, a curvy redhead.. and i really liked redheads. He said he would share them with me, but i had to. Kerry hung up. She had a huge grin that lit up her whole face. Her eyes were sparkling even though a tear was perched in the corner of each.“I feel so relieved right now. With Asshole in jail he can't bother me, or us.” She sat on my lap and smothered my face with kisses.I patted her butt and suggested, “Let's go out to dinner to celebrate. I have about twenty minutes left to do here. Then I'll grab a quick shower and get dressed. I want to take my girlfriend someplace nice.”She kissed me again. .I hope? Is some unseen force walking upstairs? Or is that just the wood creaking in the storm that just sounds like footsteps? Thankfully, I soon had all those lights on. All, except for in the bedroom. Which is just coincidentally where I need to go.My fictional fantasy rich Sugar Daddy was working late and said I should go to bed without him this time, but I need to be naked and ready to be fucked when he got home, no matter how late it was. I thought about falling asleep on the couch where.