Lennie and Samantha
Copyright© 2025 by dawg997
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - An older man, who found financial success later in life after enduring years of anguish, grief, and bitterness, unexpectedly meets a stunning, high-end escort at an upscale bar. Neither had sought love for over a decade, their pasts having long since closed that door. Yet, what they had both stopped believing in suddenly seems possible. Two very different worlds collide.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Uncle Humiliation Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Oral Sex Prostitution Violence
Two days later, Samantha returned to Seattle. Now, Cindy had become distraught over Lennie’s disappearance. She called Lori, but her friend had no additional news or insights. After leaving message after message and getting no response from Lennie, she became cold and emotionally vacant. It seemed just like it was a decade ago when she fell completely for a guy who later deserted her after learning of her background. She kept Samantha’s phone on. Two days after she returned, one of her best clients, James, called her to meet the next day.
It was 11 a.m. on a weekday morning. The new black Mercedes AMG sedan pulled into the high-end condo’s reserved parking space. A large, well-built man with a rugged, handsome face, wearing a black power business suit, red tie, and four-figure handcrafted English leather shoes stepped out. A half-hour ago, he was in his corner office of the half-billion-dollar manufacturing company in which he owned a majority interest.
He walked up to the door and pressed the button for 204. The door buzzed, and the lock opened. The man of stature opened it and walked across the foyer to the elevator. He entered, then appeared, walking through the second floor and down the hall. The door opened just as he was about to knock, and a beautiful brunette woman with shining blue eyes but no corresponding smile appeared. She was dressed like a housewife or mother of a teenager in khaki Capri pants, a dark blue blouse, neutral sandals, and very little makeup. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She shut the door behind him. There was no kissing; instead, she gave him a hug like a relative would.
“Everything is set up and ready,” the brunette with shining blue eyes, and still not smiling, said, “How long do you want?”
“Give me 30 minutes, OK?”
The beautiful woman nodded. He started walking down the hall, knowing exactly where he was going. He had been there many times before.
Precisely a half-hour later, there was a loud repeated knock on the closed bedroom door. “Jimmy! Oh Jimmy! I’ve got your lunch today, and it’s your favorite! PB and J, with strawberry preserves, just the way you like!” she announced. After a couple of seconds and a half-dozen knocks, the woman opened the bedroom door, carrying a tray with a plate containing a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich on white bread, some potato chips, and a glass of milk.
Jimmy froze. He was sitting at an expensive, modern desk, watching a large computer monitor that had a video of a famous porn star getting gangbanged by three black men with enormous cocks. Two of them were plunging deep in her ass, while she wildly sucked on the third.
“Jimmy! What are you doing? You’re watching that nasty porn stuff on the internet, aren’t you?”
The expensive suit and English leather shoes were gone, lying in a pile on the chair in the corner. Instead, the man was wearing pajamas. Pajamas that only a teen should wear. His bottoms were down at his ankles, and he was furiously masturbating his hard, longish cock to the sex scene. On the large, expensive monitor, there were 3 other windows open with similar sex scenes. In fact, the woman had set it all up and had placed his pajamas on the bed, waiting for him before he walked in the door.
“Jimmy, you’re masturbating again to that dirty porn stuff, aren’t you?” She gasped, the woman’s tone now more disappointing than accusatory. She shook her head in disgust.
“Jimmy, what has your aunt Samantha told you about ... this!” waving her arm at the computer screen and his groin, hand around his hard cock while fondling his balls with the other. She walked over to the computer and clicked the next tab with the mouse. “What’s this?” she shouted forcefully. “And this?” clicking the next window, “And this? You’d better start talking, mister!”
The man, acting like a flustered teen with out-of-control urges, stuttered back, “A five cock nigger gangbang, an airtight nigger cock gangbang, and a nigger breeding white girl session,” not missing a beat in word or action.
“What did you say, nigger? No nephew of mine talks that way around here, young man! Get over here and lie down over my lap! Before you do, hand me that cane switch over there!”
Jimmy got up and started pulling up his pajama bottoms.
“Leave those PJs off and come over here, now!”
He lay over her lap as she sat on the pre-positioned bedroom chair, his 240-pound, strong, masculine frame and bare ass over the feminine lap of her 135-pound body. Her hands held his face as she twisted it to hers. “You will never use that word again, mister. Where did you hear it, anyway?”
“From the girls that were being fucked, Aunt Sammie,” he whimpered.
“You... [whack] ... never... [whack] ... use... [whack] ... that... [whack] ... word... [whack] ... again!... [whack]. Do you hear me, young man?”
The cane switch was leaving welts on his naked ass. He was beginning to yelp and cry after the cane made contact. Twenty lashes later, she stopped. Real tears were pouring from his cheeks. The welts were as real as the tears.
“You said that it’s nasty and wrong, Aunt Sammie,” the man responded with regret. “I know that it’s wrong, Aunt Sammie. But I feel so weird. There is this urge that I can’t control. I have to start playing with myself. I’m sorry!”
“You know I hate to do that, baby,” her voice suddenly an octave lower and quieter, now soothing and calm as she gingerly touched his backside.
“You’ve got to stop using words like that. Those are hurtful words. Now come here and let Aunt Samantha make it better, baby,” she cooed. Samantha pulled out a tube of expensive skin conditioner and slowly brushed and rubbed the lotion on Jimmy’s whipped ass with her soft hands.
“Baby, after your dad left and since your mom is always traveling and gone on business to support you, she asked me to take care of you. I know I said it’s wrong, but I’m talking about that nasty porn stuff those slutty women do with those men and their giant cocks. I’m not talking about you feeling good, baby. I know you’re only 15 and boys your age have, you know, needs.”
She pulled herself around to be beside him, her body next to his. Their eyes met and wouldn’t release their mutual stare. The boy/man was starting to breathe heavily. She was locked into his emotions as if she were reading his mind. He was having trouble recognizing whether this was real or just a fantasy.
“Baby, all men have ... needs,” the word “needs” slowly drawing from her lips. Sam was slowly moving beside him with her slinky body, rubbing her massive tits against his arm while her hands roamed over his bare abs and chest. “Aunt Sammie wants to help you take care of those needs naturally, baby. You should always get a girl to help you take care of your needs, baby, because that’s what girls are for, not watching that nasty internet stuff and jacking your cock by yourself. Here, baby, stand up for me and let’s pull that pajama top off and sit on the bed, ok baby?”
Samantha immediately changed her body language and became a sultry, sensuous woman rubbing every one of her feminine curves against his body while breathing into his ear and lightly licking his neck.
“OK, Aunt Sammie, thanks, that’s so nice. I’m just so hard right now, you know? Look at me. I’m so hard!” He said it proudly as if he had won a contest of some kind.
“Yes, you are, baby,” she purred. The aunt reached calmly toward him and clasped his bulging cock, leading him to the bed. She snuggled up to him, heavily breathing on his neck and in his ear, whispering, “It’s OK, baby, let me help you take care of this hard on you have. Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie, your body is telling you that it has needs right now, and the best way, by far, is for a woman to help you take care of it. It’s terrible if you don’t get help and have to take care of them yourself. Let Aunt Samantha help you, baby,” her voice purring in his ear.
They sat down together on the large bed with expensive Egyptian cotton sheets, the thick down comforter and blanket pulled away to expose them.
“Come here, baby. Let Aunt Sammie help you. I want to help you, baby. These are a man’s needs. Don’t feel embarrassed, honey, you are becoming a man. I want to help you. Now do what I say and don’t talk back, OK? Do you trust your aunt Sammie to show you how to take care of those needs?”
“Uh-huh,” he gulped.
She never took her hand off his hard cock as she slowly stroked it, and after they sat on the bed, she snuggled into his side, her breath warm and moist on his neck. Her tongue was softly licking his ear while she slowly stroked his hard cock. “Is that okay, baby? Do you like that, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled again. She turned his face to hers and gave him a long, passionate kiss.
“Now, you’re ready. Let me get ready, baby. Will you help me out of this blouse?” Her hands had already unbuttoned it, and she held one arm out for him to pull on as her arm fell free. He repeated the move with the other arm. An expensive black lace bra held her large, firm breasts. She unhooked it from the back and let it fall, revealing her large, gorgeous mounds of sweet flesh.
“Kiss them, baby. Feel them. Lick my hard nipples, sweetie. This is what a woman is, sweetie. Isn’t this better than that nasty internet and your hand? Take me, baby.”
The imaginary boy immediately went into a frenzy and grabbed the firm and soft mammaries, licking and kissing out of control.
“Easy, baby, slow down, they’re all yours, baby. Take your time and enjoy them. Oh, look, your cock is so hard!” as if she were proudly telling him he had been victorious. He started licking and kissing her beautiful body, like a kid who had never been in such a heavenly place.
“Now, baby, let me help you become a man,” she whispered in his ear as she continued to stroke his heavy cock. He was breathing harder and harder. She bent down and slowly started to lick the shaft, rolling her tongue over the head, and then plunged onto it, her mouth accepting it until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.
At first, she sucked slowly so he could feel her mouth and throat surround his large cock. As she held it down, her tongue and throat massaged his turgid cock without moving her head. She stayed there for over two minutes, her nostrils flaring and needing fresh oxygen for her demands. Eventually, the man-boy was starting to shake. She sensed it and pulled off, breathily gasping, “Come for me, Jimmy. Come baby!” and shoved the cock back down her throat.
He strained every muscle in his body, only feeling the raw heat emerging from his hardness. The cum exploded in her mouth, blasting down her throat. She moaned as the thick goo shot again and again. The man-boy was shaking and grunting over and over until his actions finally subsided.
She pulled off of him, sat up, and swallowed. “Was that okay, Jimmy? Did your aunt Samantha help you, dearie? You needed that, didn’t you?”
“Oh, yes, Aunt Sammie! That was so good! Thank you, thank you!” He was like a teenager who got the Christmas present that he had asked for but never expected to receive.
“OK, baby, now eat your lunch here, while you recover. Your aunt Samantha has another idea before you go, but eat your lunch first.”
The man-boy ate his PB and J as quickly as he could, but the peanut butter kept sticking to the roof of his mouth. Aunt Samantha sat beside him, naked, and her legs spread open. Her hand held his soft cock, but she didn’t move until he finished all the lunch and the glass of milk was empty.
“That’s my Jimmy. Good boy, you ate all your lunch.” Her hand began moving up and down again as her grip firmed. She led his hand between her upper thighs. “Now, slowly move your finger between my legs. Easy, slowly. That’s it, baby. Slip a couple of fingers in that wet spot, but do it slowly.”
Jimmy followed her instructions, and his fingers went in and out of her wet pussy. “Pull your fingers out and smell them, honey. Do you like that smell, that taste?”
“Oh, yes, Aunt Sammie! It’s so good! It’s you! It’s so good!”
“Yes, it’s me, baby.” Then she moved and lay down on the bed. “Get on top of me, honey. Show me what a man is supposed to do to his woman.”
Jimmy, hard as nails by now, mounted her and started pushing in and out of her wet cavern, slowly at first and then with wild abandon.
“Oh, that’s it, Jimmy! Harder, harder. Yes, Jimmy, yes! Oh Jimmmyyy!”
No longer able to hold back, Jimmy blasted his bare, hard cock into her with ribbons of white, coating the walls of her wet, receptive womb. Jimmy was an excellent lay and made her come hard. After a long while, he stopped and collapsed on top of her. The woman, experienced in having men lie on her after they exploded, supported the heavy weight.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” as she rubbed and patted his shoulders and lightly stroked her fingernails up and down his back. “You did well, honey. Do you feel better now, sweetie? Did Aunt Samantha help you take care of your needs?”
“Oh yes, Aunt Sammie, thanks! That was so good! And I’m sorry for watching porn again, I promise I’ll stop as long as you help me with my needs. You make everything feel so good!”
She led the man into the large, deluxe shower and slowly washed him off, taking a long time to wash his body, saying nothing. The tenseness in his shoulders fell away with her soft touch as she massaged him, ignoring his still sore ass cheeks. They slowly kissed, but he couldn’t get hard again.
The encounter was over. After picking up the clothes and dressing in his expensive suit and English leather shoes, Jimmy leaned in and gave her a warm, mature kiss. She hugged him back as their tongues moved together.
“Thanks, Sam. That was amazing as usual. There is nobody as good as you. I don’t know how you do it. Today, we weren’t playing like I was fifteen. I swear, I felt like I actually was fifteen. I was really back in my bedroom, feeling the embarrassment of my aunt finding me jacking off. Except she, of course, never fucked me, she just jacked me off while keeping her clothes on. How you made this fantasy so real is a testament to how damned good you are at your job. It was something I will never forget, no matter how old I get. Here’s your gift, and there’s something extra for you.”
He handed her a fat, white envelope. The handcrafted English leather shoes clacked on the tile entry as the door shut behind him. She looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. He had been there for three hours and change.
As the door closed, she opened the envelope and counted 120hundred-dollar bills. She smiled, then opened her iPad and logged in the details of the last three hours. His fantasies were once again satisfied. Yes, Jimmy understood the special quality of service she knew how to provide. In addition to being her Jimmy, she would make sure that James Roland Peterson, a well-known regional business leader, was always accommodated whenever he wanted.
After she entered the details of the encounter, she placed the iPad on her desk and tossed the envelope into the top right drawer. Then she checked her phone and realized Lennie hadn’t communicated with her since she had returned from her extended encounter. She sat down in the chair, still naked, and cried uncontrollably.
Her emotions were frayed, but the demand for her beauty was at an all-time high. A few hours later, she got a phone call and, in three hours, was on the private plane of one of her clients, flying to meet him for a 36-hour encounter in Las Vegas. Unconsciously, she was trying to forget Lennie by doubling down on her work. By constantly screwing her clients, she was trying her best to get past her relationship failure with the older man, for which she had finally dropped her barriers and gotten burned once again.
His cell phone rang with an unusual tone. Lennie wondered who he had given that ring to and couldn’t remember who. Awakened from a sound sleep but still in the depths of his beer-induced state after a week of drinking and boating, the voice reminded him immediately of who it was.
“Lennie, we need to meet. Now.” A familiar voice spoke in a demanding tone.
He looked at the clock. “2:55 am”, it silently shouted back at him.
“Huh, what? Is that you, Lori?” he mumbled as he started coming out of his sleepy haze.
“Yes, Lennie. Look, I’m coming over, and we need to talk. You need to listen to us before you try to break it off with her, got me?” The phone went dead before he had a chance to respond.
In just over half an hour, a buzz indicated a car at the gate. Lennie pushed the button and looked at the security camera display, noticing a large, black new Chevy Suburban SUV. It was full of people. As it pulled into the circular drive, then to the right drive leading to the front door, six gorgeous women stepped out. Lori was leading the group, but he didn’t recognize the others. Lennie walked down the stairs to the second floor, where the main entrance was, and opened the door just before the bell sounded.
“Lori? What’s up? And who are these women?” the groggy man exclaimed. Lori looked as stunning as the night she gave herself to him, grabbing him into a close, tight hug. Designer jeans that seemed painted on to align with every curve of her butt and thighs, a body-forming, thin, salmon-colored sweater outlining her large, magnificent breasts, and black pumps with long heels pushed her perfectly shaped ass out even further. Her long blonde hair fell freely down to her shoulder blades.
Lennie tried to think of any other time he had seen such a large group of such beautiful women. Was his hazy mind doing tricks on him? He scanned the others who were walking into his home and was stunned by their collective beauty. “I must be dreaming,” he muttered under his breath.
His stare didn’t last long on one woman because the next one following her was just as amazingly gorgeous. They were dressed differently, some informally, and a few apparently dressed for a date at the hottest nightclub in the city. His groggy mind was waking up to admire the stupendous beauty sitting around his living room.
His eyes locked on a Latina woman, seemingly of Spanish heritage, perhaps 30, with deep brown eyes and exceptionally soft cocoa butter brown skin. He immediately associated her beauty with that of Yanet Garcia, the Mexican TV weather girl who was now a big Instagram model, except this woman was maybe four inches taller, thick, coal-black long hair instead of Yanet’s brown locks and with thicker body and curl, and thighs and an ass that was curvy but was certainly less Kim Kardashian-ish and proportioned more classically. Her look was dynamically sexy. Without a doubt, her face was more naturally beautiful, and the look in her doe-brown eyes was sexier. Wow, she’s effing beautiful! was his immediate reaction. Did he think that or blurt it out loud?
She was fit and feminine, sort of a “runner’s body” except her breasts were much larger and her hips had curves that rounded back to her tight bubble butt. Her long black hair was done up in an exotic bun, but also locks that framed her model-like face fell in sexy long curls. Fuck, Lennie thought to himself, she’s the genetically perfect female.
She was wearing an expensive, clingy, satin-white evening gown with a slit up her right hip above her waist that showed she obviously wasn’t wearing panties. It was held up by two thin spaghetti straps that plunged to a poor attempt to cover her luscious, large, firm breasts. An expensive diamond necklace created a perfect contrast with her enticing light brown skin, matched by a pair of large stud diamond earrings and a diamond tennis bracelet on her left wrist. The contrast in color from her delicious, glowing skin, long, thick black hair, and the slinky white gown was astounding. Gazing at her large, firm breasts with protruding nipples not held back by a bra, Lennie’s jaw fell open as his eyes froze staring at her.
Sitting next to her was a brunette about 5’7” tall, wearing tight leggings and a thin runner’s top covering a sports bra that perfectly hugged her entire body. She was in expensive running shoes, and her hair was pulled back in a practical ponytail. Her smile sparkled, and her eyes danced when he looked into them, melting his ability not to react. Her body was exceptionally feminine and curvy, with a tight waist.
From the other rear door, a nearly six-foot blonde stepped out in sexy business attire of a charcoal skirt and four-inch black heels that made her even taller. When she passed him, walking into the room, her eyes were nearly level with his. She wore a frilly white blouse that had difficulty holding in her enormous, curvy breasts. Her thick hair draped well below her shoulders, curling at the ends over her massive chest. More mature than the others but well-preserved, the way she carried herself told anyone who looked that she showed herself with class and dignity, like a queen.
The next woman was shorter than the rest, but still halfway between five and six feet tall. Her pale-white alabaster skin was covered with freckles on her nose, cheeks, shoulders, and forehead, which blended nicely with her naturally fire-red long, flowing, wavy hair and deep green eyes. She was wearing a slinky, off-shoulder sundress that hugged the curves of her insanely perfect body. Her breasts were probably a C-cup and proportioned perfectly with her body, at least the open cleavage he could see said so. She had to be in her mid-twenties, Lennie guessed.
The last woman had an erotic Asian look to her, a Japanese and Korean blend, along with some European genes that made her eyes wide open and exotic, with thick brows. Not exactly correct, Lennie thought, and then it hit him. Polynesian-like. No, he could do better than that. Her warm skin was deeply, naturally tanned, and her black hair was long and shiny. Hawaiian, Lennie thought to himself. Close enough, he thought, she must have some other heritage in her as well. Her look was timeless, and as such, it was hard for Lennie to determine her age, but he guessed late twenties or early thirties. He actually felt a bit of moisture falling down the left side of his mouth. Oh shit, I’m drooling! Lennie thought and wiped it with his hand as he closed his gaping mouth. Between not waking up and staring at this bevy of beauties, he figured it was understandable.
Lori spoke. “Let’s go in and sit down, and I’ll make introductions.” The women had walked into Lennie’s home single file, and none of them were smiling. All the girls glared at him intensely as they passed him, as if they knew some secret he did not. As the last woman sat on the far chair of the living room and everyone was comfortable, Lori started.
“Lennie, all of these women have come with me to help you get your head out of your dumb ass.”
Lennie’s eyes shot wide open. He heard it often from drunken Uber and Lyft passengers late on weekend evenings when he used to drive, but hadn’t been called a dumb ass since he retired from driving some years ago. And then the other women started shouting comments at the same time.
“This is the guy Cindy is nuts for?”
“Are you kidding me? This guy is old.”
“What the hell...?”
“What does she see in him, anyway?”
“What they say is true then. Love IS blind!”
After the initial comments, there was complete silence. Then the gorgeous Latina in the sexy gown spoke.
“You won’t tell us anything? Fine, have it your way. It’s your money, Trinity, you’ve bought us all for two hours. What do you want us to do?”
Trinity? Bought them for two hours? Lennie was utterly confused. Right then, he regretted the last three beers he’d had a few hours ago. He just stared at Lori as reality returned with bloodshot eyes and a pounding head from too much beer and not enough sleep.
“Cindy has helped every girl here with something life-threatening,” said the tall Latina, staring directly in his eyes, wearing the wickedly sexy gown that revealed so many of her curves and her perfect skin. “I’m not kidding.”
“Why are you using her real name?” the red-haired, freckled woman asked. “I thought that was a big no-no.” Lori shot her a look that silenced her immediately.
Lori bought them all for two hours? Trinity instead of Lori? What are they talking about? Are they all escorts, too? Lennie thought, still groggy. What he thought would be a quiet evening of needed sleep was no longer an option. His befuddled look told what was on his mind as his eyes swept the assembly of incredible-looking women and back to Lori. “You’ll understand soon, little one,” he murmured, looking at the young, red-haired beauty, then turned to the group to speak.
“Look, girls, we are all in this, and the only way I could ensure everyone is here was to schedule a date with all of you.” She looked at Lennie.
“Trinity is my stage name, Lennie,” as it helped him with the confusion. “I told you that there were four girls who worked for Cindy, er, Samantha, full-time. The stage names of the other girls are,” her eyes went from left to right, “Maria,” looking at the Latina in the expensive evening dress with the exposed slit above her hips, “Kaylani,” nodding to the Hawaiian-European beauty, “Fiona,” as the fiery red hair dipped her head, “Dorothy Jean,” as the woman in leggings smiled briefly, and “Taylor,” as the older blonde woman stared back at him without any change in her look.
“Ladies, this is Lennie.”
All nodded, blinked, or dipped their heads in acknowledgment, but said not a word.
Lennie looked up at the pony-tailed brunette in the running gear and said, “Wait! Dorothy Jean. Are you DJ?”
Dorothy Jean smiled again and tipped her head, showing her fresh, almost innocent look of a Southern California native. “Yeah, how did you know?”
“I’ve heard some calls Samantha took, and they said they heard of her from a DJ. That’s you, right?” DJ smiled and nodded her head. “Yeah, I run the scheduling for all the girls, as well as coordinate security. It’s a full-time job for sure.”
“OK, now the numbers make sense; it wasn’t adding up,” Lennie said.
“Lennie,” Lori spoke, “Let me cut to the chase. We all have Cindy to thank for our lives in one way or another. All of us have had major trouble at some point in our lives, and nobody to turn to. You know my story about my gang rape and my brother. Everyone else here also was in a desperate strait, and it was Cindy who took us in, found the right resource we needed at that moment, or gave us some money to solve the immediate problem. She gave us the option of working a regular job she had found for us, or working as escorts if we wanted to. Nobody is ever forced to do anything. Ten other women also work for Sam only as part-time escorts. They’re all married.”
Lennie’s mouth was wide open. His mind was trying to process Lori’s words as much as he could, while his head pounded. He held up his palms in a “stop” motion.
“Hold on a minute, please.”
He got up and walked into the main bathroom, getting three ibuprofens and a bottle of water. He drank the water with the pills as he quickly returned. Lori continued talking.
“Cindy is, to be accurate, our madam. It’s our choice to work for her. Nobody was forced to take on this profession. There are many more women Cindy has helped out who chose not to be escorts, instead working regular jobs, and they are paying her back, too. Cindy makes it so easy and safe for working girls. Our financial problems are now in the rear-view mirror, and we all have a substantial net worth.”
Lennie was stunned at what he just heard. He hastily shut his mouth after he realized it was dropping open, staring at the beauties. The ibuprofen started kicking in, and he was able to focus more clearly. What his mind told him was that these women were even more beautiful than he first thought. Questions that he had no idea how to ask tumbled into his mind.
“Lennie, Maria was trafficked as a teen from Mexico, and then in a series of abusive relationships where her boyfriends beat her all the time. Years later, she was sold to a whorehouse in Arizona. She was almost killed once. DJ had cocaine problems with her boyfriend, who fed her unlimited coke for sex, and she was hooked. DJ was put out on the streets to turn tricks when Cindy found her and got her away from that scene. Fiona was trafficked from Ireland to Canada before she got to the US. Samantha ran into her by accident and helped her get off the streets and away from her traffickers. Kaylani was forced to shoot porn by her boyfriend, who took all of her earnings and then abandoned her. And Taylor was one of Dwayne’s original girls, well before Cindy became Samantha.”
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