As he bent to pick up the mic he muttered “Bitch!” not realizing that the mic was sensitive enough to pick it up. A hush came over the crowd and w...hen Bobby brought the mic up to his mouth and said “That’s it for tonight folks” there wasn’t the usual cheers and applause. I got up and went home.The next three months rolled along with me pretending to be a loving husband to a woman who was pretending to be a loving wife. I receive several commission checks and one bonus check that I cashed and. He pulled out my ass so fast and moved his body so that his cock was in my face. How did he know? I was turned on now, getting his load in my mouth was just what I wanted to do, but how in the fuck did he know it? There was more stuff coming out of him. I grabbed his hips with both hands and pulled him into my mouth. His cock was huge. When I really get my sexy buzz on, I don't care. My mouth, my tongue my throat, even my fucking teeth are some kind of erogenous zone. I was sucking him so my. I sat back down on the bed and slipped on the faux crocodile skin highheels. I had been lucky and they were a good fit. They didn't exactlymatch my outfit; I would have preferred black pumps, but I had to getwhat I could take in my current circumstances. I opened the wardrobeand took out the wig from its makeshift wigstand. I brushed it out andmoved in front of the full-length mirror. I always look a bidridiculous fully made-up and dressed as a woman without a wig. but assoon as I put the. "Because you were paying them." Yes."She kissed him tenderly again. Her hand ran across his chest, her fingernails leaving a trail of goosebumps across his body."I'm not going to be one of your whores ... You're not going to pay me. I'm not your plaything, Holland." Although her voice was soft, there seemed to be an implicit threat underlying her tone. Her long dark hair fell over her face and brushed against his skin. "You need me, Holland. You need someone who is your equal ... That's why you.