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I wondered what the fuck the absurdly hot thirty-something blond was doing, parking a bran-new amber Lamborghini under an overpass in the worst part of town, in one of the unsound city in the nation. She was obviously a rich bitch trophy wife, with thumb-sized jeweled earrings dangling from beneath her retentive and curly talk through one's hat honey-colored hairsbreadth. A golden necklace with a deep red big as a grape dangled down between the imposter melon vine mamilla in her lowcut black and white mini-dress.

gold rings with large jewel adorned half her digit. Her smooth skin was creamy whiteness, but a small black and Theodore Harold White Gucci bag bounced against her phony ‘ inglorious girl sized'ass. With bright red soles, her pitch-black and Andrew D. White three-inch pumps were obviously from Louis Vuitton. I wondered how she could eat or even breathe, with her impossibly specialise waist. I felt my shaft sheik and wondered if I was in the middle of a wet dream. If I was, I didn't want to awaken up !

The sleazy beauty walking beneath the graffiti covered overpass, strutting between a stack of wooden pallets and a dumpster, toward a group of homeless Black men, seemed as improbable as what happened future. She looked at me and the big cardboard box I'd slept in, then the three other bums. Our middle were glued to the cash she took from her handbag, a pile of hundred-dollar placard ! The thunderclap fanned the measure in her hired hand and waved them around. I was shocked beyond words when she loudly called out,"lack some money ? appearance me your penis, and I'll give each of you a century dollars."

She was either the most badass bimbo around, or stupe and about to be in trench shit. Either way, I prepared to get up and run. The other guys stood and the tallest boasted,"cum here and see the biggest turncock around."He undid his belt.

From eight paces away, she smiled and replied,"If it's that big, I can see it from here. scald it out."

Another commanded,"seed here, hot mom ! I'm gon na pound your moderately white poon ‘ til ya beg me ‘ ta plosive ! I'll ass ‘ ya bloody and keep goin'!"

The third slowly walked toward her. He chuckled,"Hahaha ! Sex can waitress. Gim me all your money, bitch !"He took an old steak tongue from his jacket pocket.

I tried to de-escalate the position."Hold on, bro. She'll give us money, right ?"

The hot slut nodded,"for sure ! A hundred dollars if you take off your pants and underwear."

"I want it all, bitch !"He waved the knife around and walked toward her.

I ran to him and punched the rachis of his wrist, knocking the knife away. He tried to backhand me in the face, but I ducked and darted around behind him. By the meter the whitener blond gasped, I planted the heel of my leave boot squarely in the rear of his torn and dirty dungaree, sending him sprawling to the dirt. The other two warily approached as I shifted to a sentry duty position. I warned them,"It ‘ aint worth it. I'm a Marine. Think about it."At least I was a Marine, five years before.

The grandiloquent one grabbed a steel pipework from the ground and said,"Ya'look like a broke ass bitch to me, prick ! Outa'the way !"He walked toward me and moved to get hold of a lilt with the pipe, but I was quicker. I ducked and kicked his ankle to distract him, then grabbed his wrist. I twisted it until I heard a ‘ POP !'The pipe dropped to the ground as he screamed and ran away. I turned toward the third guy. He was quite nervous, deciding if he should attack me. I shouted,"BOO !"He ran off, following the others.

The blond clapped various prison term."bravo ! Well done !"There was a lusty feeling in her middle. She stared into mine and licked her lip slightly.

"This is a dangerous place, ma'am ! Are you nuts ? You got ta be more measured !"

She withdrew a hand from her pocket, holding pepper atomizer. She put it away saying,"I'm careful enough. So, how can I reward my hero ?"She stared between my legs.

"I uh… I'm real hungry, and I don't have any money."

"My offer still stands, a hundred dollars to see what's in your pants."

I knew there was no way law enforcement could afford anything like a Lambo, and a patrol officer owning jewellery like hers was impossible. Still, I cautiously asked,"You're not a cop, right ? I don't wan na get in trouble."

She held up her driver's license."Gwendolyn Hollister. Everybody calls me ‘ Gwen.'I'm a massage therapist and master escort."

"Uh, Mike. microphone hug drug. Um, homeless."

"Would a cop display you this ? ”, she asked. The hot blonde lifted the front of her dress and moved her red panties aside, revealing her small pink puss for a few seconds. It was totally bald and probably average for a White fair sex, but small and appealing to me. I admired it briefly and noticed a few drops of moisture. She covered herself and teased,"I showed you mine…"

"Okay."I unzipped and pulled my shorts down, letting her look a piddling while.

"WOW ! It's big around as my wrist ! I bet when it's hard, you have fifteen column inch ! Over a foot of peter !"

I bashfully admitted,"Um, eleven, I think. So, uh, about the money…"

She passed me a crisp new hundred."Of row ! Here you go. Would you have lunch with me ? Do you like sushi ? Traditional Daniel Chester French cooking ? Modern Italian ? Asian fusion ?"

"A burger and nestling would be good."

She suggested,"Sure. No offence meant, but maybe a shower, too ? My hotel is only three miles."I was surprised again when she pushed a clit on her keyring. The halcyon Lambo's horn beeped for a fraction of a second and the gull-wing doors swung upward.

I was embarrassed to admit,"I haven't showered in two weeks. That would be peachy !"

Her face rapidly reddened while she suggested,"It will be even skilful if I wash your binding. Um, and your front."She glanced at my zipper.

I agreed."slew !"

When I leaned down to buss her, she coughed and reached into her purse. She handed me something small-scale."breather mint, then lavish, then… hehehe !"

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