and I didn’t care. Mature sex But the honest truth? He had a shortish crop of dark curls, near black, and his skin was a dark olive. I looked up at his pimpled, greasy face, and wished myself to my happy place. Some tapped ever so gently on the door, and I knew they were ashamed of being here. two hundred” I answered. I called out, “Come in?” and the door opened. However my friends began to slip away, one by one… With a wink he fished the money out of his discarded trousers and tried to tuck it seductively into my only remaining item of clothing, my hitched up miniskirt. And before I knew it he was across the room and onto me. Then I slid back to my usual self. Some barged in, often drunk, and I knew I would hurt a bit. two hundred” I answered. “Well, you’ll have to wait for it then” he frowned.
