The whore quickly got dressed and went to the BMW. Inside was the pink slip to the car as well as the deed to a house and a set of house keys. She bro...ught them over to Terry who quickly signed everything over to her. “There is about 2 million in the bank account, you can withdraw it and put it in a bank account in your name.” Said Terry. “There is a black plastic bag in the truck, can you bring it to me?” The whore went back to the car and got the bag who handed it to Terry. Inside the bag was. I was shaking so hard; this wasn’t supposed to play out this way!! As I thought about what Micah might do to me he grabbed the back of my head and guided my mouth onto his massive cock. My mouth stretched open as his head slid past my moist shaking lips. Then he kept pushing as his shaft slid down my throat until his head hit the back of my throat. I never told anyone this, but I have almost no gag reflex. This came in handy as he pushed harder and forced all of his 9 inches down my. I always liked the combination of pink lingerie and nude stockings. Next, I put on my new blue dress. It was short sleeved and came down to just above my knees. I wanted to be flirty, but not too slutty. Not yet anyway. I sat at Ellie's makeup table and took my time making my face as pretty and girly as possible with sexy, smoky eyes, and light colored lipstick. Then, I put on a long blonde wig and sprayed myself with Ellie's perfume. My five-inch high heels were the last touch, and I. Antoine Hussein, a Lebanese-American Christian guy whom I didn’t trust because of his Arab origins. I’m ashamed to say that back in those days, I distrusted anything Arab, and anything Muslim. It wouldn’t matter to me if the Arab person standing before me was Christian, Muslim or even atheist, I didn’t trust simply because they were Arab. Yeah, I was a racist in those days. Well, what Hussein had done changed how I looked at the Arab world, and how I looked at my fellow human beings. I returned.