We were now seeing the real Hollywood. A few cult members, some punk rockers, lots of homeless kids, and a few tourists here and there. Even a few gir...ls I was pretty sure were prostitutes.Oh, we had some fun though. One store we checked out was full of punk rock gear. Surgical steel safety pins, shirts with punk rock band logos, and lots of studded and spiked collars and bracelets. I even put one jokingly around Linda’s neck with 1” spikes, and she said no way unless I wanted to kill her.“What. Yes, I did over did it yesterday, as Russell, sweet, adorable Russell, helped me into the bathroom, where he tenderly washed my over sexed body. I winced in pain when he washed my groin, and when I saw myself in the mirror, I about died. My skin was covered with welts where those horny African men kneaded my flesh a bit roughly. Especially my tender boobies. And they felt even more tender today.My lover carried me in his arms to the kitchen, where he sat me in a chair, as Momma smiled, saying. I couldn't let them think she was a liar, "It's true." I said, "She has seen it several times and even played with it once or twice." They looked at my sister who was grinning ear to ear, "See I told you so, now do you believe me." One girl spoke up and said "I'd like to see it for myself." The other girls began agreeing with her and dared me to show them. I told them it would only be fair for them to show me something in return. "Show me your titties and I'll show you my dick."Almost at once. This was a sign that did not include my dreams, my wishes, aspirations or my needs. If he buys you naughty little outfits, scanty frilled sexy clothes to wear; wear them! He loves you, he loves your body, and he wants to please you! Let him, but fill his tank once in a while!My ex used to say to me; "Why don't you hold my hand like he's holding hers?" I would say, "Because she swallows." I mean, here I am, addicted to your scent, your taste and your body and why? I eat your pussy and you come.