"Not many girls enjoy doing it. They do itbecause the boys they go out with push them and they feel they mustdegrade themselves to conform to what the...ir boy wants. But I have selfrespect and I don't have to prove my love to you. Our love should beobvious now stop this. Tristin you're pissing me off?"He was confused. "I thought you loved me. Isn't that what girls do forthe boys they love? It's a girls job to do that to prove their love.Come on," He was rubbing it in front of her.She started to. She was jealous. She wanted him to hurt her. She wanted him to hate fuck her. Carrie was close to cumming. She pounded harder and harder and harder. She was frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog. A bitch. A bitch that wanted her son to fuck that slut stripper into a puddle. She wanted him to hurt her pussy. She wanted him to knock her slutty ass up and leave her high and dry. Crimson screamed and came, ruining the sheets. Chris kept fucking. "Fuck you you fucking whore...fuck you. Grabbing the newspaper she looked in the want ads section for nude dancers and already she could feel her pussy getting excited. One caught her eye and she decided to call it first. It talked about being a classy place and being able to set your own hours. When She called the number a lady answered saying, “Thank you for calling the Collared Pussy Club Tina speaking can I help you?” Jessica didn’t expect to hear a woman answer the phone and was thrown off at first. I’m calling about a. Jim sat down at the vanity and turned on the makeup lights. He made surehis hair was tucked back out of the way. (Very soon we would have to havethat visit to the Beauty Salon) He looked so cute, sitting up straight infront of the mirror, with the high voltage lights exposing very pore onhis face. He turned the makeup mirror to the side with the highestmagnification and looked intently at his lips. Jim reached for the tubeof Softsilver Red and broke the seal on the tube. Very carefully,.