Barbie Jo Adventures Part 5

The clerk must have been wondering what was going on. What with the two of us talking about me in the third person. Dallas bought a bunch of pre-paid minute cards and handed them to me. "This should do for a while, let me know when you run out," he said.

"Plan on calling me a lot?" I said, as I put them in my purse.

"You never know who will be calling you," he said with an evil grin.

We left the mall, and once back in the car I rested my hand on his cock and whispered, "Are we going to your place now? I have to start paying for all this stuff."

"Relax baby, you'll have plenty of opportunities to pay for this stuff. Right now I have to go see a friend," he said as he started the car.

I sat sulking, I was screaming horny, and not in the mood for visiting; especially since it was probably one of his greasy coke buyers. We ended up in a quaint upper class family suburb, not the kind of area Sleaze Ball would be living. We pulled up to a nice family home; there were a bunch of trucks in the driveway, and a couple of kid's bicycles lying on the lawn. Dallas pulled a kit bag from the trunk and we walked up to the front door.

Dallas knocked on the door, in a second the now familiar sound of about four deadbolts unlocking, and a big muscle bound guy with a huge smile greeted us. "About time you got here Dallas," he bellowed while staring at me. "Are you the one he's been telling me about?"

"That depends, what has he been telling you?" I said.

He laughed, "That you're a saucy, sexy, cross dressing slut, and he wasn't exaggerating a bit."

He stood at least 6'-6" tall, and probably 240lbs of rock hard muscle. Long dark hair past his shoulders, two sizes too small t-shirt that was stretched by the muscles; a tight pair of jeans that showed a substantial outline of his cock "Names Harley, I hear you go by Barbie Jo. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said as he took my hand and kissed the back of it.