She’d talk someone into letting her take a hit of anything if she in turn sucked theirs dick or even just jacked them off. It was survival mode and ...she’d lost all of her dignity. One night Sarah was in the lobby of the apartment building standing by the vending machines and she was high and was so hungry she told a teenage black guy she’d suck him off right there if he’d just buy her a Pepsi and a Snickers. She got down on the bare floor and proceeded to suck the young guy off and he came in. As I wanted to touch her and my only possibility was while she was sleeping. She took the drink and fell fast asleep. I was happy and my heart was pounding.I took her to the bed and started to take video of everything I could while she was sleeping. I touched her boobs, they’re smooth and my dick was going mad and it’s almost at its full size. I took pics of touching her.I slowly lifted her top and stared at her boobs. They were tiny and she was like my sex goddess and I slowly kissed her left. So now, pronouncing herself nerveless, she could draw only one conclusion. And in the drawing felt uncertainty reassert itself. ‘Calm, calm,’ the same inner-voice warned as her eyes closed to conjure up the picture. Her picture. A glade. Backdropped by shimmering sea. Autumnal. Tranquil. Yellow leaves diffusing bright sunlight as a soothing breeze stirred the branches overhead into a natural musicality. A favourite place in a favoured season. Yet to be found wanting in times of mental. Then, on my floor i noticed a new girl moving in across the hall and struggling with a dresser. Being a gentleman, i offered to help and introduced myself. Her name was alyssa, she had strawberry almost red natural blonde hair, a very young petite body with tiny breasts and was around 22 years old.I told her i read tarot and commented on her mariah carey poster and immedietly hit it off. I soon met some of her best friends (beth and renee) as they were her main drinking buddies she met in a.