she walkin like she own the shit. looks him up an down.like she was about to eat him a live. an if she did't just eat she would have.he said "how much" she said what do u wont. he said every thing.she said $5,000 cach.she had this little black bag. it had a nummber on it 666.she tell's him to close his eye's he does what she told him to.like when your mother told you to do so . she demand's him to turn around he does. an she pull's down he's pant's as she tell's him to she grabe's he in a grip so tight that he jump's a litte. she wisper's in he's ear are a flamer are you my bitch.he smile's like he just stold some thing.she tell him to put on some lip stick. then he does with the speed of a crack head on welfar day. she spin him around tell's him to get on he's back. he does she step's on he's face with 9inch stlatos' you fucking fag do u wont to get fuck. do u wont me to fuck u like the frist day in sing sing.He bag's her YES YES O GOD YES. she tell's him that god has nothing to do with what's a bout to happen. - - if u like this hit me up 4 more--
