They would beg for mynumber, or an after dinner drink. Their cash was gone and the ATM maxedout for the day. I had pity on those guys who were respe...ctful and nice,but be an asshole and I would drain you dry. I loved every minute of it.The perverse power was intoxicating and with my new look I was a topchoice amongst the working dancers.As I slipped down that moral slope keeping who I was in my brain wasbecoming much easier. I didn't need to concentrate on it as much since itwas just. Neither financially very well nor otherwise.Raj: – Leave it, Mansi… We still have 30 minutes. Why don’t you watch some videos/songs? I will clean the dish in the mean time… Your halwa was so nice. Your hands have magic.Mansi: – You don’t wash it, I will clean it back home. Actually, it is not nice of you. You are treating me with so much respect and affection. Can I really see some song videos for next 30 minutes?Raj : – haha… you deserve all the goodness this world has to offer. Such a. .. it was you." Me? What are you talking about?" Smell your fingers."Marge cautiously lifted her hands to her face and inhaled. Her expression told Jack all he needed to know -- she smelled her own pussy on her fingers. She blushed."Oh-my-gosh, I couldn't have. Oh no! Oh God, please forgive me!" Now let's go," Jack said, grabbing the preacher's wife's arm and pulling her to her feet. Before she realized what was happening, Marge was stumbling behind Jack, being dragged outside and thrown. ’ The road. I concentrated on the road as it blurred. ‘I won’t but I already need you again,’ he said and was gone. I put the phone down on the seat and returned my hands to the wheel. In a short time, I pulled into the garage noting that he was already home as my car slid in next to his. Pressing the button for the door, I scratched at my hair in the mirror but it was hopeless. The best I could do was wipe smeared make-up and hope for the best. I gathered my bag, pushed the kitchen door open.