.I'm a Lesbian. I like girls, I'm into girls not God.....how did you get God from what I was saying....what the fuck Micky!" "Oh I thought you were go...ing to tell me that you had been born again......wait.....you're a Lesbian?" "Yes. Not Christian, Lesbian. Very different things." My daughter was a lesbian.....she liked girls. I then proceeded to completely put my foot, in fact both of feet firmly in my mouth. "But....you're pretty.....I mean you're like a girly girl. You like dresses and make. You touched your lips to my shoulder with a soft kiss. I shivered and moaned again as your hands slid around my waist and down my abdomen nearly touching my pussy but stopping just shy making me even wetter than I already was. "What are you hungry for?" You whispered in my ear, then let your tongue dance on my ear lobe, neck and jaw. My nipples were hard, my breathing was heavy and my underwear were nearly soaked.You're hands came up to my boobs, cupping them in your amazing hands."Um, your. New color, new cut, mani-pedi with French tips on both hands and feet, massage…A full day of nothing but attention on me. I still have him o my mind. I’m barely home, and have decided to chat with friends online. I've been checking my list to see if he will email, or send me a message. Then it comes. The notice he has sent a message. “Hello” is all it says. I can’t be so nonchalant. Before I can stop myself, I reply, “Hi. Ready to fuck yet?” I don’t expect a reply, figuring he would. That's when her life took a drastic turn. Anthony was an inner city African American pimp and a very accomplished one. Young, handsome and very smooth he was a natural pimp. Although still in his early 20's he already had a stable of whores he pimped on the street. He specialized in young vulnerable girls like Michele and knew with one look how easy it would be to acquire her and how profitable she could be. He saw her hanging out in a park while keeping an eye on his charges and approached.