I turned her over, and she slapped me. I grabbed her by the throat and punched her in the face, causing her nose to start bleeding. I said, "Don't do ...that again, you fucking whore". I growled a bit at her, the animal inside me finally out in full. I choked her as I went back inside her. She struggled and clawed for air, and that just got me hornier. I pulled her leg up for support, and started biting her calves, ripping and tearing my way through. It was tough meat, but I got through it. My. So I have definitely relaxed my rule of not entertaining at home.Anyway I’ve known this guy for about 6 years - I don’t even know his NAME! Am I TERRBLE?? But that’s not unusual because most of the men who see me are either married or in relationships, and they are very protective of their privacy, so they either don’t give me a name, or they just make one up. I always ask because they ask my name, but I don’t really care what their names are, as long as we have fun and the money is right! So. Then she continued with angry voice, "What the hell are you saying ... No. No, I have never said I word to him ... Didn't you hear what I said? ... Are you accusing me to be a liar? ... Is it my fault? ... Did you call me damn whore? ... You are totally mad, yes you are ... I've probably lost Tommy and you silly bitch are mourning about such creep as Dan ... I don't want to see you either."Hopefully Lola began to understand that there is a price tag on everything. But as late at Sunday morning. She was an adequate student, neither good enough or bad enough to excite attention. The same applied to sport and other activities. She wasn’t part of the ‘in’ crowd but not entirely an outcast. Boys never paid her any attention, but she wasn’t particularly interested anyway, which raised a question in my mind which I didn’t ask. She did read a lot, in fact was surprisingly widely read, she did use a computer but it was more as something that was useful, a tool to get information, or provide.