He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t stop thinking about Darceline, that girl…that PROSTITUTE, he had met the night before. Xnxx sex “Fuck off!” she growled, not looking at his face. As she came into the kitchen, she saw a note on the table. She stretched, her arms above her head, back arched. She was indeed a prostitute, probably a drug addict, and maybe even diseased. Could it be true? He started the car, and began the drive home… The cook/maid, Maria, came up from stairs to the maid’s quarters and began cooking. ————-(Fast Forward Twelve Hours)—————
Darceline walked through the door after a long day of work at the strip club, her ass sore from getting pinched and slapped by the scummy regulars she always danced for. Heating up the heroin on the spoon, he placed the cotton in the black fluid and slurped it up with the syringe, sticking it in a barely visible vein on Darceline’s inner elbow. She drove Darceline back to the street and literally kicked her out of the vehicle, making her land roughly and scrape up her arms.
