CHAPTER SIX
Randy opened her deep blue eyes that were drugged with sleep and the s****l exercises of the day before. It was getting late.
That bastard, oooo, that lover, left right after that brazen ass f**k her delivered the horny blonde b***h. Left her right there in a heap on the floor.
The phone rang.
"Miss Murfet?"
"Yes."
"This is Harry Lance."
"Who?"
"You know, Harry. From the escort agency."
When Randy heard that she was all ears. She knelt on the bed and her heavy t**s bobbed up in gleeful excitement at his news.
"Oh yes, Harry. Thanks for calling."
"Are you satisfied about last night?"
That hunk of meat had taken her for almost eighteen bills, clean.
"The price was a bit much. But did Johnny tell you about this afternoon?"
"Why he certainly did. May I ask how many
