...Charlie holds onto my hips and looks at my tits with desire in his face."Thanks Gem!" he said."huh?" I saidThen he turns me round and bends me over..., and pulls up my black-dress; the 'fuck-me and use-me', dress. Fucked against the wall in the back-street like a whoreAs I stand bent over wondering what Charlie was up to, I felt his hands grip my panties and pull them down to my knees. At least they were clean for the night."Charlie!" I shrieked in astonishment at his behavior."your the best. "What to wear?" shewondered. Lingerie wasn't a problem as that was all her own, butouterwear presented a bit more of a challenge. She really had littlechoice. In the end she settled for the burgundy cord mini-shirt andcream angora sweater her mother had purchased for her first evening as agirl. Swiftly sorting Sally's clothes into piles of "used" and "clean",she took the used pile downstairs and helped her mother sort them intoappropriate loads for the washing machine. "We may as well wash. She dug her nails into me and slapped the bed needing to breathe and when I eventually pulled her head up she was choking with spit dribbling from her mouth. I pulled her by the hair up to my eye level. "Did you enjoy that?" I said. "You know I did, because I'm your dirty little slut" she said.I turned around so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed facing her. We looked into each others eyes and started kissing again, her mouth was all wet and slippery from the spit. I reached out between. Looking straight up in fascination suddenly made me dizzy and I decided to ralph in the bushes instead of the brain-leaking thing.After speaking with Ralph (I did all the talking) I felt much better. In less than a minute I realized that I was on my hands and knees in the bushes and leaning against a metal box. As things steadied slightly I bravely got to my feet still holding on to the box. Looking into the box I saw the lurid advertisements that you see everywhere in Sin City.Brain paused.