I looked over my shoulder to see a little slip of a girl coming towards our table. Milf porn I don’t need you talking.”
I decided that it was time to bluff. Her hair was long, straight, and blonde. For a moment I was tempted to tell her it was a low card, but for some reason I felt that it was a point of honor that I popped her cherry fair and square. But even just a few months in a whorehouse will age a girl years. It meant that he did want to kill me, but was still working up the nerve. “And not just there.” I then slid her shirt off her and pulled her chemise over her head. So I had to get out of it, but how? “Don’t stop,” I begged. All I had to do was win the bet. And rule number one is that you don’t gamble if you can’t afford to lose.
