But Cream rids me of my charmlessness, as it will the charmlessness of all my future customers, those who will watch you demonstrate Cream’s effecti...veness. He came inside her, then turned her around so she’d be on all fours. He got her legs spread and her ass pushed out towards him so her asshole was showing. He rubbed some Cream all over the orifice and inside a few inches, her moaning the whole time. Because his cock was Creamed, it immediately got hard again, since that was one of Cream’s. You know the TV bitch." Yeah that's me, and no it ain't faked. So do I get the beer or not. That's all I came for," I said. "The beer." Why the hell did you drive all the way down here for a beer?" he demanded."I lost an election bet," I replied."Elections ain't for six months," he informed."It was the last election," I said smiling."You one smart ass bitch," the older man said. "I like that in my whores." Enough to buy me a beer?" I asked."Sure, I'll buy you a beer, then I'm gonna' fuck you in. STACEYI follow Dylan into his room where he sits me down on his bed. I prepare myself for a heart to heart talk from my older brother of all people. I love my mom, I really do. I respect her. But to say that I was confused as to why she would hand me over to Dylan is an understatement.It felt like she was passing me off… like some sort of burden.“Stacey, do you know what you did?” Dylan asks.I’m much more comfortable admitting this around Dylan.“Yeah…” I say.“How often do you do it? Change. Harry took a pull on his bottle of beer and spoke under his breath. "Hmm, maybe $120,000. The one on the left possibly a bit more than $40k, not sure. Sparky, ought to train well. Easy pick up too, careless with her stuff — see how she's just left her handbag on the floor. It's a sure sign - no idea about her surroundings - you'd bag her before she knew anything was happening. Other two might go down well with the eastern Europeans, shape's all right, weight's all right. Nothing special though.