CHAPTER FOUR
It was true that Curly liked to get to work early on Wednesdays. This was the day when Herb Daley brought that little Mexican w***e up from Tarrant, a small town thirty miles to the southwest of Lakeland. Herb worked a night shift at a food processing plant in the little industrial center, where so many minority people lived.
It made it nice. Little Ellie was so eager to please. The forty bucks she got each week from him and Herb must be, Curly thought, a very important part of her earnings. And s**t, it was sure worth twenty bucks to him, to have such a cute little trick around all day, her cute little boobs jiggling as she walked across the store, and her sweet little ass bouncing in rhythm with her t**s. Lordy, how he loved to have her suck his c**k!
And she was as clean
