"Don't you know the rules?" he indian scolded. "No bitch works these streets without my OK." "I...I...didn't know," Sally said. "Well now you know," he said. "I am the big pimp in this neighborhood. I control all the white bitches that work these streets. I just saved your life so you owe me now," he said. "Yes, I do," she said. "Thank you." "You owe me more than that bitch," the man growled. She felt his eyes on her naked body. "You gonna be my whore now. You work for me and only me. Got that?" Oh my God, Sally thought. What have I gotten myself into? "Yes, sir," she answered. Sally was now a commodity; a piece of meat to be sold on the street to strange men for sex. She felt trapped, but at the same time, there was something very sensual about her situation. She found an overpowering sexual gratification from the fact that she was now in slavery to a powerful black pimp who controlled her life. His street name was Sweet Daddy. Sally never knew his real name. And she never saw a sweet side to the man. She found herself attracted to him Hairy because he was extremely brutal. His first act after his men gunned down her attackers that fateful night in the alley was to lean her up against the concrete wall of one of the amateur abandoned buildings, pull out his cock, and fuck her so hard he bruised her hips by slamming them into the cement. His cock was uncircumcised and so large he had no trouble accomplishing this. Even though her pussy was dripping with the semen of 13 dead men lying only a few feet away, he fucked her to orgasm. Why are you doing this, how did you find me?” You’ll then take Route 18 to the first intersection and follow 63 south.” I was much more dangerous than her half-brother roaring her name while rushing downstairs on her trail. Katie looked back to me, I motioned with my head for her to do it. “Anything I want?” I asked him with a chuckle. Her ass was striped with welts and completely a dark red color. She has not panties! You’ll do so much better without him.” It's time to remind your dad who runs this family. Ask them who found them and wiped them out. Yes, you are correct . . . Now I knew the name of the athletic girl: Samarta, but I did not know how to react to this. It never washes off, so you might as well let them get bloodier.” He turned to the guards. Breaking off from our kissing Marc Hairy said the he had read about me being a bottom and asked if he could fuck me. My reply was in the affirmative of course. At first she gave me some “wait, just slower”. Memories flashed into my mind. Wait, what? “Get out something out for me to wear please guys.” Five more came after, and I advised and guided them all. I knew he had some frank indian discussions with Molly about me, and was the foremost advocate for giving me the boot. I did myself up, put on the nice earrings that I knew Dave liked, put on the perfume that we both like, and got ready to go out for the evening. Their collars locked together with a short chain between them. We exchanged numbers and kissed one another good bye. Who know, having his own bitch to breed might make him behave himself more." “Ship!” Brutus yelled from the wheel. Is that untrue for you as well? When he released me from the hug, I headed into the bathroom to wash all the sex off me. Tonight, was over and I was thankful for that. amateur “Don’t be. Once she was satisfied that we were alone, she pulled me into her room and threw me on her bed. Sure it’s not the same as when we were here last time and the area has gone to pot as well but I didn’t know that when I booked it. You look at me and smile, teasing me by not letting your bra drop to the floor.