Almost embarrassed, Angel quickly turned away and went back to the laundry room to return the now empty basket. Anal porn “I don’t own Bishop anything.”
“Well Bish says you do!”
Rich had walked past the two women, towards the living room, but quickly snapped his head back at Trixie. A higher being? +-+-+
On her break, Angel found herself sitting at the bar sipping on an ice water. Angel looked over his body. The woman with her looked just as uneasy. Suckle up so he’ll let you slip the street?” one of the women asked, insinuating that Angel was brown-nosing her way out of working on the street by offering sex to Rich. His left eye was white and ghostly from a deal gone bad many years ago. Angel tensed, glancing up at his face quickly, but she saw no anger there. Nor did they approach them. Each one of us has our own; is our own. We don’t decide our own fate, we decide each other’s. It wasn’t smart for a girl to look a pimp in the eyes. Bishop Bordeaux was one of the more well known pimps in town.
