Linda continued walking closer. She was on the opposite side of the street from the five pimps.Time to see what kind of range she possessed. Pinky had...a lung full of smoke when he dropped the joint and grabbed his nuts. He choked out smoke, trying to scream, as blood stained his hands and spread around his crotch.Another pimp, dressed in purple with a ruffled white shirt, yelled at Pinky for dropping the joint on the sidewalk. Then he, too, started doing the missing-dick-dance. All five pimps. "At exactly 6 PM call this number." she said that as she handed me a card. Say thank you Daddy and wait for his instructions." I turned to the door and left.It was a miracle that I got home alive. I drove in a pink fog. I had heard comments like that from other women but had never put much stock in them. But somehow Rodney and Layla had gotten everything I had to give. I was totally empty of any conscious thought.When I got home the feeling began to wear off. At least enough to force me into. . me... meee... I'm a whore! Ohhh...." she cried. She was almost beside herself now. "No, my beautiful girl. You are not a whore," I said, raising her wrist again and swapping her fingers for her vibrator, already turned on low. "You are MY whore." "Yess... Yesss..." she said deliriously, feeling the buzzing vibe inches from her clit. "I'm your whore, I'm your whore..." Her chest heaved and her swollen nipples throbbed. I let her press the tip of the vibrator to her clit and her body. This somehow caused her to be slightly bent over, with her legs slightly spread apart. The pussy lips were spread apart, and I could see that hole that my dick was going to be in soon, I hoped. I could see her clit, her pussy lips, her pussy, and even her asshole looked beautiful from that angle. “I wonder if she likes anal sex” I thought. I was never able to find anyone woman who would let me try it. She notices me staring up her skirt, “What the fuck is your problem. Finish.