"Hey Adam!" she called. Other people looked at her, and then at me, as they passed. Megan held up her collection of posters and two rolls of tape. "Re...dy to start?" Sure!" I answered, trying to keep my encounter with her as business-oriented as possible. I took some of the posters and a roll of tape, and started to walk down the hallway."Where are you going?" She asked me sweetly as I started to walk away.I gestured to the hallway I was heading to. "I was gonna, y'know, hang posters." I replied. "Yeah! suck that cock!" cried somebody, making everyone laugh."Make him cum all over your pretty face!" cried someone else.I eagerly watched as Mrs Tulley sucked away on her husbands cock, happily sucking wildly on the big round cockhead, before then running her wet lips down his shaft a few times, taking his whole length deep down her throat, and as I did I began to rub my growing bulge through my jeans."Need a hand?" asked a voice, and looking around I saw Mrs Dixon, a friend of my mothers. Leon, my pimp, guided me to whichcorner he wanted me to stand. He told me he had rented a room and theSandpiper Motel on the corner in case my men needed someplace to go.I put bubblegum in my mouth. And then I hit the streets.It was awkward. Men would stare at me, but I would look down, and theywould back off. In almost an hour, I hadn't been approached.Anthony's black Lincoln pulled up, and Mistress was at the window."What's your fucking problem, skank?" she said."I ... I just can't." I. He felt being bashed up. Both physically and psychologically.Charles hated Sundays and Thursdays more than the other five days as those were the only two days he had to spend far more time with Ivy. Lucky for him, none of his friends or his mom's friends ever saw him with those girls. If he had not sworn on his father's parents' graves, he would not have allowed himself to be subjected to this sort of treatment.Compared to what Ivy put him through, working at his mom's shop was far better..