The man behind the counter looked me up and down as I walked in, his eyes burning into my braless tits as they jiggled up and down mentally undressing... me, he was a huge black guy not very attractive and probably in his late thirties.He asked me where I wanted to go, I blurted out that I didn't require to go anywhere, but that I had always liked Black men and I liked him. The man was speechless and I felt embarrassed, I could not believe what I was doing, here I was a young married mother of two. She spent a year homeless. Hair matted, eyes both infected, poor education, it was nothing new. Prostitution however that seemed like a good idea at the time. It hadn’t worked. Nothing had. Her first night out she got picked up by an older gentleman. He had a nice car, wore a nice suit, spoke well and he didn’t ask her much and gave her money.Then he told her to get in the car. Part 2Obviously she did follow him into his car. What happened next was almost straight out of a fairy tale. She was. I don’t know why it is all that wrong, I mean if God gave me the desire...”“Stop right there! I was prepared to forgive, just as I’m sure the Lord was too, but this insolence just makes it worse. How dare you question God’s law!”Chloe was silent, knowing that she had gone too far in speaking her mind.“You’re acting like a child, so you should be punished as a child. I haven’t had to do this in a long time, but a spanking is in order.”“Yes, father.”He sat down on the bed, and Chloe moved to lay. Some comments were directed at me and I slurred replies back, not as apprehensive to be partying as I previously was. I felt my shoulder being grabbed and I gasped, pivoting around to see who it was. Sandra had a few fingers on my shoulder. I half smiled, the expression quickly melting into one of deep thought. You know… I contemplated. Youre really damn pretty. My hand ran up to her face, which dropped under my touch and warmed up with the blood rushing to her cheeks. Her blood was the colour.