Petite
I'm going to carry it out. The man I call my sugar daddy. He seemed cool when we had coffee last week. I assume I'm going to give him what he needs now that I'm heading to his apartment, and he's going to give me what I need, which is money. I work as a college student in a bookstore and can barely afford to eat. However, from what I gather, this guy can change my life if I only spread my legs for him. This is extremely necessary for me. Apparently, he feels the same way. Here we go.
