The Mammoth book of quick and dirty erotica - part 10

Sunday in the playpen with Roger. It was 11 o'clock Sunday morning when I called Roger up and begged

him to take me to a pawn palace. "Lisa, is that you or is this a nightmare?" he asked when he

picked up. "I'm serious. Peep shows. Girly boobs. I want to go to one before they clean up Times Square

and I need you to come with me." There was a long pause on the other side of the line. I was afraid

Roger had fallen ****** again. "I'll pay for everything," I added. "Why should I want to go