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  • Владата Име: Marco Мигел Робертсон
  • Регистрирај се Број: 62151-066
  • Возраст:38
  • Време служев:15 + години.
  • Роден град:Лорел, MD
  • Реченица:ЖИВОТ +24 години.
  • Тековната задолжен:Убиство
  • Алијас:Marco Miguel
  • Датум на издавање:Бараат отслужуваат олеснување
  • Затвор Припадност:Ортодоксните сунити
  • Круг на влијание:Tewhan Батлер
  • Институција:USP Lewisburg (SMU)
  • Јас сум државата Мериленд Затвореникот во Специјалниот Единица за управување на федералната затворскиот систем во петнаесеттата година на животот + 24-годишна затворска казна. NOPE, Ништо од тоа не е достоен за тоа!

Мојата Crack Бебе Поминаа

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A lady of Italian heritage, five-feet-eight-inches tall, облечен во крем-боја sundress комплименти на нејзините бадем кожата, меки кафеави очи, јадење прсти, sporting a body out of a wet dream, stood magnificently gorgeous before me smelling of sweet summer fragrance. Нејзиното име беше Dejuan.

Човек, таа може да работи нејзината љубов кутија! Dejuan може да се шири нозете, освен, додека бев во неа, и фрли нејзиниот добрина кон мене додека нејзините прсти зафати двете нејзините големи прсти. Како пони, таа ќе ми вози секој начин, matching my every thrust. Phenomenal she was in doggystyle, giving me back everything I gave, looking back often while we both were standing. The anal sex was out of this world, and the oral sex was out of this galaxy.

Dejuan would always tell me not to cum in her. That’s something I never understood as a youthful man. I’d simply dig deeper cause that was the best feeling to me. Dejuan would leap up with sighs of “You came in me”.

For several years Dejuan was one of my best clients and an unexpected sexual partner. When she purchased crack-cocaine from me, she’d spend from $200-$500 at a time. Често, when her money ran out and she wanted to trade sex for crack, she’d keep me on a string by not spending money with me if I refused her request, She’d do the same even if I gave her a piece of crack but didn’t have sex with her. We were all too familiar with plenty of car passenger seats, beds, sinks, floors, apartment buildings’ laundry rooms, vacant apartments, and motel rooms.

Види, Dejuan was several years older than me, a bonafide looker who appeared nothing like a crackhead. She was regularly employed as a secretary for a local business and had a decent apartment and car. Her son was the child of a black guy named Don who owned two barbershops in Laurel, Мериленд. On quite a few occasions, I asked her why she smoked crack and told her if she didn’t get high I’d make her the one. I operated on a personal rule while tricking with crackheads: I didn’t kiss them. But she was so appealing to me and a sexual monster, толку многу, I broke the rule with her.

Еден ден, I called her and told her to come to my Red Roof Inn hotel room. Once she arrived, I gave her a fat block of crack. Набргу потоа, we shared an intense passionate kiss. It was as if she’d been waiting to completely experience me. As always our sex began with her giving me oral sex, then she’d take me into one of her holes. Madly, we kissed, I licked, I sucked, nibbled on her- ears/lips/breasts/fingers- then I frantically lapped at her holes as if I were a dog. Потоа, she complimented me on my talented tongue and lips, which she experienced for the first time. She then dropped me off in Town Center Apartments to commence my business for the day.

At one point Dejuan was dating a Cuban guy named Rene and lived with him in a $400,000 mini-mansion in Greenbelt, Мериленд. Odd as it seems, Rene smoked crack sometimes, but was connected to the point where he offered to sell me what I wanted. I only did business with him when his mood struck to get high and continued on dealing with his lady.

Around the early summer of 1996, Dejuan revealed to my drug-dealing partners that I had her pregnant. She lied to Rene that she was pregnant by him, though they used protection. За жал, before she terminated our child we had a sexual encounter in an apartment building’s laundry room. During the escapade, as we pounded each other, she took my right hand from her waist and placed it on her firm ripe stomach. Even more depressing, I never discussed the matter with her.

A child was murdered via abortion! Not just any child but mine! Јас не знам што да кажам. Искрено, I didn’t give much thought to saying anything because she was a pipehead. I wonder if it was a boy or girl? Could I have addressed it with her? Should I have used protection to protect against pregnancy and disease? Сега, I’m curious if Dejuan thinks of our lost child or me, or is she still chasing a high she’ll never get enough of.

  

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