Seventy-seven pages that I, as well as many others, would love to burn if it would help. Seventy-seven pages that have helped to put an innocent man i...n jail. Every two weeks I walk down a frightening hallway. It’s cold, sterile. The walls and floors are icy white, broken only by a few pale blue tiles and safety-orange collapsible rubber doorstops. It could easily be in a horror movie. Or a nightmare – running down an endless hall. It reminds me of the bathroom in the movie Saw, only cleaner.. * "Last night was wonderful," she texted the next day. "It truly was," I responded. "I really liked twerking." "You picked it up very quickly." "I want to do it again sometime." "You mean, you want to go out again?" I played dumb, but I knew she would want to do it again. "Yes!" "What did you tell Chester?" "I told him everything." "Even the twerking?" "Yes! He was watching a porn video and jerking off when I got in. He listened to me and shot a load of cum. LOL!" "LOL! So you. Hannah moaned and squirmed. She got so wet. I ate her pussy for a good twenty minutes. I used my fingers. I sucked and nibbled on her clit. She came more than once. When I was eighteen or nineteen I was nervous about my ability to get my girlfriend off with just my cock. So I became a master of eating cunt. I unleashed all my talents on Hannah. Every wiggle and moan was a thrill to me. She came multiple times.“I need you in me,” she begged. “Please. Please fuck me again.”I rolled onto my back. "Honey, you pay me $210 a night. You are renting the stage. You work for tips. When you talk to guys between set's you get them to buy drinks. On the drinks they buy you 70% I keep and you get a kick back of 30%, and your drink is free, but then again, your drink will be non-alcoholic, but at the regular price. The going rate for lap dances at my club is $50. You get $25 and I get $25." said Bert."I thought I got paid?" said Candy."Hello, yes you do. Its called tips. Honey, you are going.