After a bad experience I moved to a better part of the city, and found another dance hall where I met a better class of men. I had started to improve ...my image for lack of a better way of describing it became less of a slut in my appearance. I did this by mostly observing what other women wore and dressing like they did. I found I attracted a better class of men, men with good jobs so they could afford to take me to nicer restaurants for dinner, concerts etc. as well as better 'lounges' rather. He admired they way she moved in the short skirt she was wearing, the ruffled material flaring out nicely to show off her developing hips and her sexy legs. The top she had on looked new and accented her natural curves. He cracked a beer and waited for the guy to leave so he could go over and fuck that sweet pussy. He'd been thinking about fucking the little beauty all day long and couldn't wait to get into her puss again.Inside, DeShawn helped Olivia put her bags of clothes into her closet.. I think there were about 200 in total. She had also left a pair of flash drives in a safety deposit box in case the discs were lost or destroyed.Most of them were intended for Maureen, although every now and then, she had left one for me. I never asked Maureen what her Mom talked to her about, nor did our daughter ask me what mine were. I also knew for a fact that Maureen never watched the discs out of order, nor did she get ahead of herself."Do you ever date?" Maureen asked, seemingly out of. A large man stood next to a large anvil, one hand holding a large hammer, the other a pair of tongs. He wore a large leather apron and heavy leather gloves. He glared at her, frowning, as sweat ran down his scruffy face. ‘Please. Help. They. They’re following me. They hurt me.’ She gasped and panted. ‘Move.’ He grunted, tossing the tongs onto the workbench next to the anvil. She collapsed against the wall as he limped past, his fist tightening on the hammer. He went to the corner of the house.