The woman continues to frown. "You poor soul" she says. "Nothing I hate seeing more than a broken young heart." Thanks" you say, confused by the woman... "So..can I get something for this?" you ask. The woman begins to smile."I can't offer you any money for it, but I have something else you might fancy" she says as she reaches for a box behind the counter. She presents you with the box and opens it, revealing a different necklace."Umm, I don't really need another necklace, thank you though" you. " He courted me for a year. He called on me several times a week. I felt that I could tell him how much I loved him. I wrote him a letter, gave it to him, and he promised to answer me. To say the least, he turned me down. He said he could not return the same affection I held for him. Then without a word, he and his mistress takes off to California. I was devastated. I honestly believed my life was over. I wanted to die but I kept breathing. I had loved him so much that I would have prostrated. Happy and horny reading.I didn’t realize the weight of what I said until a drop of tear rolled down her cheek and she stopped jumping on my dick. The scene was dramatic. She sitting on my dick after pissing on it, on the bathroom floor and crying. I mean what else would you call a drama.Slap! Slap!! Slap!!! She slapped me three times and broke down in tears. All this happening while my dick was in her vagina. I couldn’t understand what just happened and she went on crying. All her hairs were in. Five of the dancers call out job offers if she is interested, and one even inquired about some private lessons – in her own bed. Now her blush is full bodied and the embarrassment for her moment of voyeurism comes home absolute. Yet she does not move to cover her bosom up with arms or gown, just still showing off in girlish innocence.“PATCHES I am so going to get you for this prank.”======Patches warbles out a little “got you” to her. He is a longtime friend and companion of the road with her,.