Yes, that really is my picture. Why do you want to know? Are you really a pimp? ++ Yes Daisy. I really am a pimp. I’m starting a new business model ...nd I’m looking for new talent. You look like you might be pretty enough that rich Black men will pay to fuck you ++OMG!! OMG!! He wants me to be a whore. Her pussy got wetter. And he thinks that I’m pretty enough that Black men will pay to fuck me!! Like most high school girls, Daisy was insecure about her appearance. She didn’t realize how. " What did ... Sammy, you're a despicable bastard. Do you know that?" Charlie wasn't too happy about it, but she had her husband's permission to come. He told me to fuck the bitchiness out of her." Despicable!" she said and thinking she was going to hang up, I told her there was more."I took his girlfriend." Whose girlfriend?" Charlie's girlfriend, I stole her from right under his nose. As a matter of fact, she's on her way over here right now."Marcie was quiet and I cursed myself for telling. “I think you know…what do you call him? Oh yes, Daddy0. Cute,” he said. “Well I am his ‘other half’ and if you are up for it, I brought you here for his birthday. This IS you isn’t it?” He flipped the laptop around and there was my profile. “I found his profile open and snooped around and saw that you had been flirting with my man. Then, I saw you claim to have a virgin pussy, is that true?” I nodded numbly. “Excellent. Well, are you willing to place your pussy where your mouth is?” he. Anderson, it’s really too soon for me to have any intentions. I’m only fifteen and Whitney is only fourteen. Everything is a possibility but not an inevitability.” This kid could talk better than any teen I’d ever met. I understood he’d been the principal architect of the dating agreement. “I can tell you this. I love playing basketball with Whitney. I love having come to Chicago for this little outing and that she wanted me with her. I love holding her hand when we get a chance. I’m hoping.