I told her that. I said, ‘You crazy bitch! You can’t sleep, so you gotta make sure I can’t sleep either? You’re so fucked up, bitch.’” �...�Did that shut the bitch up?” asked boy number two. Boy number one: “No man. The bitch started to cry! Something about why don’t you love me anymore?” Boy number two: “I told you that fuckin’ bitch is fuckin’ crazy, man!” I so wanted to tell these boys that their attitude is going to make them miss out on a whole lot of sweet sexual memories that they would. And remember, this is my first story, so bear with me. I met her 3 months ago on one of them internet dating sites. Profile read, 24 year old female seeking stability. In the photo was a slim, busty, attractive young lady. 5 foot 5, black hair, eyes and a smile that could turn any man straight and any woman lesbian. I clicked. We chatted, we hooked up. She flew over to vist me for 3 weeks in June.One night, we were laying on the bed watching some TV and chatting. The light from the TV was. I went to the yellow pages looking for someone. The second man I called and interviewed looked promising. He was a family man, had worked at doing taxes for several years and was looking to start his own business. His name was Ken Stafford.We struck a deal, where we would share my office. His name went onto the door above mine as a business and tax consultant. He would pay the major portion of the lease and do my taxes for me. He was pleased that he did not have to lay out money to furnish an. The customer always cums first here!” said Aide as he watched the client gently sliding his finger in and out of Poppy’s puckered ring.She squealed through the ball gag filling her mouth and tried to move her offered up ass, out of the way. The tight ropes held her firmly in place, her ankles pulled up against the top of her legs just as the client had asked.“This is the last time I’ll be using your services.” said the client as he massaged Poppy’s firm, pert cheeks with his free hand.“I’m sure.