You look good
eating pussy.”
Again, Joy’s hand crossed over, only this time each finger made firm
contact and got wet in the passing. I didn’t care. Amateur porn I suppose I need to
put those girls on the pill. You wore a dog collar everywhere?”
“Sometimes, I’d wear a turtle neck sweater or a scarf. You know damn well he dipped his dick in Mom’s
twat last.”
“He’s a pimp, ain’t he?”
“Oh, he’s a pimp all right. I can’t let that
happen, and there’s no way I’d trust him to pull out. I’m a slut. I know I always
shut you off, but now I’m curious. He’d take me
down to the pool hall, barefoot in my ninth month, and show me off to
his buddies. Touch me gently and you’ll find out.”
“Other girls aren’t this much trouble.”
Hurt and angry, she said, “If you want other girls, what are you doing
with me?”
“I want you, too, Mom. It never got boring, but it did get old.”
“You once told me he made you wear a dog collar everywhere.”
“Yes, for the first three years. You’ll see.”
“Oh yeah, loads of fun. He wants to call me a whore. Anyway you look
at it, you have a fifty/fifty chance of ending up pregnant if you meet
with him for one hour.”
“I don’t know, Joy.”
“Let’s sweeten the pot.
