OK, what's the bad news?"Maria took a dainty sip of her drink and shook her head. "She develop the pictures all ready, even though I tole her a hundre...d times to jus give me the film." Shit — what did the airhead do, drop it off at Moto Photo?" Uh-uh. This is the really bad thing. She say she use a machine at the camera store to do it." She paused for another sip, letting Westphal figure it out for himself. He was supposed to be the brains behind this operation."But those machines don't develop. I wrapped my pierced tongue around it coating it withsaliva. I continued to strut closer as I did this. I could see hispants tent. It looked painful. He barely noticed. I had captured hisattention so hard.I dropped to my knees in the dirt right in front of his crotch. Myankle length baby blue hobble skirt was covered in mud. I didn't evennotice. I licked the outside of his pants giving him a clear view of mytongue piercings. My long nails fumbled at his zipper.Suddenly spurred to action, he. But I did what all women do, I pried. It turns out he didn’t know my boyfriend through mutual friends. They had never even met before that night. Only emailed. BECAUSE MY BOYFRIEND PUT AN AD FOR ME ON CRAIGSLIST.Yup.This hookup (and god only knows how many of the others) was a result of him putting an ad on craigslist for men to PAY MONEY to have a threesome or just straight sex with me. And he only paid my boyfriend $100 for me.Needless to say I left that guys house immediately. I’m still. She’s a woman.A MILF... I shuddered. I was certain that Mrs. Spencer was being taken care of. My clit throbbed as I headed out of the house in a cheap pair of shoes I slipped on for running outside real quick. I hurried down my path and crossed the quiet streets.My stomach tightened. I was just getting milk. Nothing else. Just milk.I licked my lips as I reached the door. I drew in a deep breath. Then another. I jammed my thumb into the doorbell.DING-DONG!The chimes reverberated through the.