“Where do you want me?” she asked. I want to lock up.”
“Arguing with that loser she calls a pimp last time I saw her,” Heather sighed. I was not complaining, my cock was struggling to stand now so I just relaxed and let her do as she wished. Tatty but cheap and when Great Aunt Freda left me some money, buying it as an investment seemed to be a good idea. “Look its no big deal,” she said, “Better than working in WalMart, like ten hours a day listening to the beep beep beep.”
“I guess,” I muttered, “But why|?”
“Why not?” she asked, “I failed my exams, got sick of crap jobs and want some serious money, anyway enough questions, do you want to fuck.”
“Er yes, yes please.” I admitted. I just had to hump. Heather was back soon after, Sandy was just thinking about getting a coffee as Heather blurted out.
