Why was he attracted to her? She had a great body, sure, but the way she was dressed, the way she talk, her attitude toward school … it was all so c...untry. So redneck. Yet there she was, and there his cock was, hardening beneath his jeans. Kent shifted to try and cover his erection. Jenna entered and sat down beside Kent, handed him the beer. She took a mighty swig of her own. Kent watched the bottle neck extend from her mouth, imaging those lips were wrapped around his cock instead. She caught. I can't take my eyes off them’” he blurted out.Brenda gave a slow smile, eased another button undone and said, “they like to be looked at.”She smiled at the look on his face, like a rabbit caught in the headlights, he just stared. Then reaching forward he undid the next button.“No harm in you seeing what you would see if I was wearing a bikini,” Brenda almost whispered and undoing the remaining buttons allowed the blouse to fall open completely. “We both know where this is going, Paul,” she. He locks himself away in his smelly wee flat doing fuck knows what (being a hermit I suppose) with no TV and no friends visiting cause hes not got any. But then about every three or four days he gets himself pissed up on Special Brew. Dutch courage. This gives him the boost he needs to go round everyones door with his yucky yellow teeth and his broken specks and that clarty old chessboard of his. *Fancy a wee game hen eh?* Thats what he says when you open the door. He seems to have this. All rights [email protected]: Warning: Very gritty for me! A prison whore meets his newowner and is forced to demonstrate his skills. It's A Living By Leslie LoweThe label on the green tube of lipstick said, "Revlon Moon Drops SolarCoral." That brought back memories."Quit stalling and put it on, bitch." Yes sir," I said, trying to smile at my new owner and his sixlieutenants, ignoring the ten or so of his other whores.