That was 12 years ago, I am quite frankly, rather rich now. I was lucky, I worked hard, got scholarships to Ivy League and met many rich friends who became backers. I worked more, had a few ideeas that worked and the friends to back them. So it's not all me. I haven't had a lot of time to meet women, usually I just fuck bar sluts from upscale bars, or even hire call girls. I have an apartment in a very nice bldg, and never understood why just 2 doors down there was a scraggy, strung out meth whore. I heard a past lover bought her the place, and left when he got her too strung out. She barely can pay her bills, she talks to me when she's somewhat coherent. She is skinny, obviously over-used, empty small tits and makes no bones about showing her pussy and ass to get me to fuck her. I finally thought why not, and did it. She sucks like a vacuum hose, is an OK fuck and does my favorite whenever I want it, anal sex.
I regularly abuse this worn out slut, and make her do all kinds of kinky shit just to get money for her bills, and sometimes for her meth. It was a month before I realized this meth whore was Vickie from high school. She still doesn't know that it's me, probably wouldn't remember but when I make her parade around naked, and bend her over in front of the apartment window and get fucked in the ass, I'm gonna remind her. I use this worn out pussy in all kinds of ways, she's nothing but a few holes to cum in. She truly is a cum dump for me. I even make her answer to "Hole" when I call her. Then I'm going to remind her just how far she's fallen, when I show her some pictures of her and Val from high school, while in front of a window my cock is pushing in and out of her dirty, used asshole.
This is going to be fun


