She ended up staying with me and sharing my bed for almost a whole year. She worked as an exotic dancer and was making quite a name for herself. She w...as a very dominant and strict lover but understood my need for cock and man-juice. Once a week we brought home a guy we picked up at a sleazy club to fuck me good and hard but there were five rules:1. Marie chose what man we take home. She usually picked the ugliest or geekiest man so I wouldn't fall for him.2. No kissing! She would not let there. We kids are supposed to stay at the neighbors until you come get us." Why?" Mom got a call from Grandma Waters about Daddy. I think he is coming here." They ran down the path to the people next door. I waited until I saw them go inside the house."Crap. Shelly's ex is not friendly like mine is. She even had his pay garnished to get something for the kids. I guess you had better leave. I don't want you to get mixed up in our problems." Naw, I think I will stick around. I would like to talk to. He approaches the door and knocks.A minute passes and a small, hunched old man opens the door. Bob immediately blurts, “Hello, my name is Bob Hill, and this is my wife Betty. We’ve been in a terrible accident, and my wife has been seriously hurt. Can I please use your phone?”“I’m sorry,” replied the hunchback, “but we don’t have a phone. But my master is a doctor; come in, and I will get him!”Bob brings his wife in. An older man comes down the stairs. “I’m afraid my assistant may have misled. I'm sorry to disappoint you, ladies, but I hadn't even noticed the deliberate misspelling until it was pointed out to me, let alone its political importBut where there is a need some Red Blooded American Entrepreneur will find a way to make a buck, and I am no exception. A while back I invited the world's fashion mavens to make me their poster girl for their next clothing line, but the silence has been, well, silent. In fact you could hear my slip rustling and the elastic stretching in my bra.