Kiara couldn’t even breathe as the offer mixed her. She glared at him in terms of swine and blackmail, and slammed the door behind her. Wow? As she could afford to do, she ran her head and clenched her fists. It was perhaps even worse than the fat girl’s offer! As she approached her home, her anger gradually faded, and she began to despair, because in just a few days she wouldn’t get the money. No, I can’t do that, I’d be like a fucking whore, chasing a thought that nestled in her corner. The thought of what it would be like… He waited for her in front of the entrance, but barely inhaled that he would spill everything and cry, she stopped, and, like the escort offer, she kept the saleswoman to herself. As always, He pulled her down into the cellar, leaning her against a dirty wall, riding her tongue in her mouth and hands under her underwear. Then he pulled up her skirt, put her panties aside, and drove her pin to the bottom in the bored hole. This time Kiaraexperienced it quite differently. She still couldn’t get rid of the thoughts of the vendor, and imagining that she was undressing and letting herself go… she wanted more, she wanted, wanted to keep… but He snapped, shook, and sent her one-day supplies to the cone.