Mabel Smile Dip Novels & Stories

I glanced at Edmond to see that he was watching us keenly. ‘Good luck with this one Mabel. If this douchebag should treat you anyhow, don't hesitate to tell me. I know exactly how to deal with idiots like him,’ I said, and Mabel nodded, smiling. ‘Thank you so much sir,’ she said smiling happily. Love can do anything!

Blair stared down at Mable from above with a dark face. Solomon whispered to him from behind, “Was Mable stimulated by your abandonment and became silly?” “Mr. Rowland, you must be joking.” Mable stretched her arms and rested them on the shoulders of the handsome young men on both sides. She smiled more charmingly. “Isn’t it nice to have long-legged models, handsome caring guys, and clingy little puppies? Why should I give up a whole forest for an *sshole?” Solomon was shocked to the core.

"Don't do that now, I'm satisfied already. I was only teasing you and I know you are weak already so there's no need to give you more reason to be weak." Mabel gave a fake smile and rested her head on the car seat without a word to him. "Hope you ain't mad?" he asked and she smiled, "Why won't you let me feed on your dick? It's not fair either cause my mouth wants it but anyway, time out," she replied with a puppy look on her face. With an amused look, Brown slid his hands underneath the hem of her cloth and dragged her in. "This is just what I want from you but...no," he said removing his hands from her thighs.

Mabel stepped out dressed in emerald silk and diamonds that caught the overhead lights every time she moved. Her eyes settled on me immediately and then she smiled. “Morana!” she called warmly as though we were family in any meaningful sense of the word. I barely had time to react before she crossed the distance between us, kissed my cheek publicly and rested her hand lightly against my arm. “You should have come home sooner.”

What did HE mean when he said that, because he hadn't been trying too hard to make me obey. Not yet at least. Besides, right now the extra hours couldn't hurt. I needed every cent I could get if I was going to have even the hopes of buying back my freedom and independence. "Well, good morning, Sara. It's a rare day when I get to see you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," laughed Mabel good-naturedly as she greeted me when I walked in. Mable was a middle-aged, heavy-set woman with dark curly hair with streaks of gray and warm brown eyes. She also made the best milkshakes in the city, at least in my biased opinion.