First she had been raped and sodomized, and then she had killed the guy who had done it. She had sought help from her mother and was almost raped a se...ond time. Then there was Clyde. True she hadn't killed him, but she had wanted to badly. Seeing him after the cops had emptied eight cartridges into him had taken a lot out of her. Now she was on her way home to deal with her mother's boyfriend's body. Life sucked the big one. Thankfully, he had been smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Charles. He then told her to give him a dirty lap dance. He wanted it raunchy and sexual. She began to dance for him close to him sucking his nipples and licking his cock. She spread her legs and pulled her pussy lips open so he could see her clit and her fuck hole. Now that she was no longer a virgin he could really use her body for his delight. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him and took a scarf from the dresser and began to push it into her cunt. He pushed all in her except for about 6 inches.. James asked while putting on his trench cost, "I'm meeting my wife for dinner down town, I'd really appreciate it!?!" "No problem, Mr. J," Sarah Wagner replied while pulling down down the shade over the front door and giving the lock a twist, "I'd be glad to, and tell Mrs. James hi for me, okay!?!" "Sure will," he answered while heading for the back door, "and thanks again, see ya manana!!!" Sarah went directly to the cash register and pulled out the daily receipts and began sorting the bills. Sure, I'd been around so many of the states: mostly on lecture tours. I've been to Oregon, Minnesota, Louisiana, Maryland, even Hawaii. But not for very long elsewhere. So, I put a blindfold on, opened an atlas randomly at any page, and stuck in a pin on whichever page was open. And it was here in Southern Africa. So that's why I'm here and why I've been travelling around here for the last six months. It's all because of writer's block and the Readers Digest Atlas." So you must have got to know.