She bowed her head and whispered, “I’m sorry, I can’t, please…”Sue stood there silently and after several seconds lifted her to her feet. Sh...e leaned against her and finally said, “Well, if you can’t…”“Thank you though.”“Uh huh, whatever,” she said with more than a trace of anger and disappointment in her voice. “My break is way over.”“I’m sorry.”“We both are.”“I still like you.”“Not enough.”As they dressed, Laura felt like crying; she was glad she couldn’t see Sue’s face in the darkness, and. No...don't do anything with that...." NOW BITCH....do you understand that we own you til we see fit to dump you? Do you understand that we now have ourselves a cracker whore. Do you understand that we now have a cracker whore sex toy that we can use anytime/anywhere? You like parties, don't you whore? You like being the center of attention, don't you whore? Well, Saturday night, two weeks from now, you be gonna be that center of attention. 7:30pm...and we will tell you what to wear/how to. As I crossed her foyer and entered her living room, the room was lit just enough that I could see her standing several feet in front of me, her chunky ebony thighs in a skimpy zebra-print thong, her big black breasts hanging proudly on display and her long black hair in a braided ponytail, reaching down almost to her ass."That's far enough." She said with authority, stopping me about four or so feet in front of her.Tamara had a beautiful apartment. High up on the 14th floor, she had big windows. Chuck and I had made love twice last night before finally cuddling up together under the blanket and sleeping for a good nine hours. It was nice and warm here under the blanket with him, and I was one very satisfied woman lying next to the man who I had enjoyed the night with. I had just about decided that I could get used to waking up everyday like this, and that was when Chuck farted and spoiled the mood entirely. I slapped him on the arm.“Don’t do that,” I told him, and then passed gas.