My name is Rose and I live in New York City. I have long black hair and I am very pale. Im 56. But I tend to wear high heels so I was taller than most... girls my age. And lastly I am a sex slave. One late night I got in a huge fight with my mom and I stormed out of the apartment. It was pouring outside at the time. I was wearing really short black shorts with long black stockings that go up to the middle of my thigh, and long black combat boots. I was wearing a black corset with red strings. And. " She said putting my hand in between her tits feeling her rapid beats. I moved closer to her. Our eyes closed as our lips pressed against each other. Our mouths opened, greeting each other's tongue. We wagged our tongues, licking each other's saliva. She was a fantastic kisser, and I kissed her for a long time. My hands caressed her back, going down to her ass. She moaned as I grabbed, and squeezed her soft, bubbly cheeks. My hands then made their way under her shirt. Her body twitched as my. I was telling him all the nasty things I was going to do to him. He must have enjoyed my dirty talk as he had a raging boner in his pants. Which only gave me a better target for the plan I had. As I got a good leg distance away from him still holding his hands. I kicked him hard squarely in his fucking nuts with my pointy red high heels. Holding his hands had given me more leverage as well with my kick.Glenn let go of my hands screaming in pain as he fell to the ground grasping his balls. I ran. ‘Can I help you?’ she asked with a quizzical look on her face. She was as pretty in person as she had looked from across the yard. She had long, straight red hair, a pretty face with lots of freckles and green eyes. I couldn’t see much else behind the door but it looked like she didn’t have anything on except a towel. Must have just gotten out of the shower and been doing her hair or something. Her hair did look just a bit damp. ‘You can if you’re Alissa. I think I got a letter that was meant.