Now run by Gloria VanLandingham. This girl was not quite a lost cause, but flirting with it.“Hi Laquita, where’s Harold?”She beamed, “Ms. Wint...er! I’m going back to Ms. Gloria’s next week. Or maybe the week after.”Yeah. “Good girl.”“He’s in the kitchen.”Well, this is the life I’ve chosen. I not only know where Harold’s kitchen is, I can also pinpoint his bedroom. Upstairs, third door on the right if you’re curious. Upstairs, third door on the right if you’re not curious.I went through the living. This is the point where Ican tell if there is any real sissy potential. If they accept thehumiliation of my laughing at them and they beg to stay with me thenI'll take it from there. Now candi pants just hung her head and beggedme to let her please me orally. Since I was hoping that she would bemore bull-like I needed to get some relief I agreed. She made a valianteffort and I was able to have a couple orgasms at her mouth so I decidedthat with some training she might have some potential. When. She was just a girl at the bar.’ I started to lose a grip on my frustration as I pushed him back against the wall. ‘Oh so it would make it ok if she wasn’t my girlfriend?’ I was almost shouting at him. ‘Well. No but come on I was just looking for a little fun..’ ‘Were you also looking to go to jail? Because besides trying to drug and rape a girl, I don’t think buying a minor alcohol would help you either.’ He looked up, trying to seem surprised. ‘What? You have to be fucking kidding. And I. Kathryn solved their problem for them. “Please ... please... PLEASE!“ she yowled in between incoherent cries. Though she could manage nothing more explicit, they all knew what she wanted. Clenching his jaw and ravaging the deepest reaches of her ass with short, sharp strokes — the head of Alejandro’s cock was an impossible-to-miss presence as it mirrored his motions — he squeezed an admittedly painful stream of ejaculate into her colon, convinced he could feel torrential jets of semen flooding.