Your mouth isn’t good enough to kiss mine. Now tell me what a white trash whore you are and ask nicely and I’ll let you ride my cock until you cum...for me, slut.”Bridgette was filled with a ridiculous happiness even as her face burned with shame and she began grinding her pussy on his cock as she replied, “Yes, Sir. I’m your nasty, white trash whore. I know I’m not good enough to kiss your lips, Sir, but thank you for letting me kiss your cock and your balls and your ass, Sir. I’m a dirty slut. She'd been puzzling where next to go when Ellie had clamped the drugged pad over her nose and mouth, sending her spinning into an unconsciousness from which she only woke when she was bouncing over some of the back streets of Kolin, stuffed into a large basket on the back of Desnerek Dobranin's truck.Following Henry had proved the right way to find the various people that were pursuing him. His lack of guile made it easy for his stalkers to stay in touch and that had made Ellie's task easy too.. ”“No problem. Thanks again for letting me stay here.”Part TwoTracy got home and we made out introductions and when we were in bed, she talked about how beautiful she was and how great it was to finally have a c***d in the house. I agreed but failed to mention what I knew about the girl. WE talked about how much money we would probably spend tomorrow, and I fell asleep with a raging hardon against my wife’s back.I was the designated bag carrier the next day, along with the appointed pocketbook.. Not that it mattered, but I was curious so I decided to hang tight and see who showed up. I heard the 'clack, clack, clack' of high heels on the hardwood floor heading for the stairs and I hurried back down the hall toward the bedroom meaning to hide in the closet. At the last second I remembered the clothes on the bed. Belinda would be putting them away before rolling around on the bed with her lover so the closet was the last place I needed to be. I slipped into the spare bedroom and left the.