Then as she struggled to regain her breath; her pimp took hold of her blouse and ripped it straight down the front; the sound of ripping material soun...ded so loud in her ears and she felt her pimps eyes devouring her ample tit flesh. Then she struggled as the torn blouse was dragged down her arms; no sooner did her blouse hit the floor than her bra was ripped from her body; as the bra strap snapped her tits bounced free, much to the amusement of her pimp. Next her skirt was dragged down her legs. ” It might have seemed absurd coming from a woman in her mid twenties – at most – but he knew it was true in her line of work. “Rough road, going your own way.” “Kind of hoping we can get Yasmine and Yvonne to help us out at first if we can make them some good money with our idea, and be in on it.” “Might just work,” he responded, once again surprised by just how smart and resourceful some of the women were. It was also yet another reminder that despite all the prejudice he endured, he had his. .. or NOT. I must take care never to force myself (like Rick did) on anyone else.Rick bragged about doing it with anyone he wanted, whenever he wanted. That was bad news for cousin Rachel, who was three years older than me.Rick caught her alone (I would later learn) soon after mom's conversation with me. Rachel was fifteen and Rick was eighteen.It was the first time I ever heard the reference to losing someone's cherry, like Rachel did with Rick. But apparently, it wasn't that bad after all. ”“Since when have you liked rugby?”“I just thought it might be interesting.”“Uhuh.” Diane nodded knowingly, “I’ll see if any of my friends want to join us. Come on then, spill.”“It’s going to sound silly.” Diane just opened her eyes wider. “I’ve seen him in the library and gym a few times. I thought he was one of the bodybuilders, he and his friends always hit the heaviest weights, none of the general fitness stuff.”“I thought you didn’t like bodybuilder types.”“Well, the times I’ve seen him in.