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That was twenty five years ago. We're naughty woman still married and she still makes naughty woman love like a teenager
Robert Richard Parker wheeled his new Caddy slowly down 42nd St., checking out the whores plying their trade to the middle aged white suburban men in their mini vans and station wagons. Bobby Dick, as he was know on the streets, was a pimp naughty woman with a string of eight girls in his stable, all of them white, and all of them between eighteen and twenty. Most of naughty woman the bitches were black or 'Rican, so BD's white stuff naughty woman was a high naughty woman priced commodity compared to the usual crap that sold for fifty bucks a naughty woman pop! Down at the next corner he could see Jennifer, one of his top girls hopping out of a station wagon and retaking her place on the curb. He pulled the big Caddy naughty woman over, rolled down the passenger side window, and waited for her naughty woman to stick her head inside. "You doin' good for me tonight, bitch naughty woman," he asked, when she came into ear shot?!? "Real good, Bobby naughty woman," she said excitedly, "I've got naughty woman over three hundred so far!!!" She reached down inside her bra and pulled out a wad of bills to show him she was telling the naughty woman truth. He took the naughty woman cash out of her hand and motioned her to get back to work, and as she pulled away from the window she asked hopefully naughty woman, "When can we get together, Bobby, I really miss being with you?!?" "Soon, baby, soon," he answered impatiently, "I got business to attend to now, so get your ass back to work!!!" Jennifer smiled a little sadly, and watched as the naughty woman big car accelerated into traffic. |
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